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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Foals
Foals
Interprète
Edwin Congreave
Edwin Congreave
Claviers
Jack Bevan
Jack Bevan
Batterie
Yannis Philippakis
Yannis Philippakis
Guitare
Rob Wilks
Rob Wilks
Programmation
Jimmy Smith
Jimmy Smith
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Edwin Congreave
Edwin Congreave
Paroles/Composition
Jack Bevan
Jack Bevan
Paroles/Composition
James Smith
James Smith
Paroles/Composition
Yannis Philippakis
Yannis Philippakis
Paroles/Composition
Foals
Foals
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Foals
Foals
Production
Yannis Philippakis
Yannis Philippakis
Production
Rob Wilks
Rob Wilks
Ingénieries complémentaires
James Ford
James Ford
Production complémentaire
Tony Allen
Tony Allen
Production complémentaire
Vincent Taurelle
Vincent Taurelle
Production complémentaire
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Ingénierie de mixage
Brett Shaw
Brett Shaw
Production
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Wrap me up in goodbyes Old Sargasso sky 'Cause I'm about to take flight Please don't ask me why And if the Devil wants me Tell him I got high 'Cause life is what you make it You got yours, and I got mine When the end comes my way Will I drop to my knees and pray? If my parents ask you Tell them I'll be okay And now the robots have made the rounds Sand dunes filled up all our towns The foxes howl and the creepers prowl around And the peeling wet bricks of London town The foxes howl and the way men cower Won't you find a way for me somehow? So let's get dirt on an Oxford shirt Throw a party so we won't get hurt See you frown through your evening gown, gown When I come, out of the way again Twist, eight zero, I'm a businessman Won't you find a way for me somehow? When I come, out of the way again Hiding from the businessmen Won't you find a way for me somehow? I tried to make a call to Heaven Phone lines cut back in '97 Radio silence all the way down The robots make all the paper rounds And all the kids have left the towns The foxes howl and the preachers bow down When I come, out of the way again Twist, eight zero, I'm a businessman Won't you find a way for me somehow? When I come, out of the way again Hiding from the businessmen Won't you find a way for me somehow?
Writer(s): Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis, James Andrew Smith, Jack William Bevan, Edwin Thomas Congreave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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