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Shinedown - The Saints Of Violence And Innuendo
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brent Smith
Brent Smith
Chant
Eric Bass
Eric Bass
Basse
Barry Kerch
Barry Kerch
Batterie
Zach Myers
Zach Myers
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brent Smith
Brent Smith
Paroles/Composition
Eric Bass
Eric Bass
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eric Bass
Eric Bass
Production
Dave Bassett
Dave Bassett
Production complémentaire
Eric Wayne Rickert
Eric Wayne Rickert
Assistance d’ingénierie
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Not a hostage, not a scapegoat Not a thing wrong, except you're cutthroat So get your hands up before the boat sinks 'Cause this ain't one for all, yeah, this is groupthink We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though? We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though? Tell me the truth or tell me a lie Tell me what I've gotta say to get out of this room alive Show me the answers or give me a cluе There's not enough spacе in the miles between me and you Oh, no, here we go Here come the saints of violence and innuendo So, tell me the truth, are you really surprised? You live in a world where empathy goes to die Kill the rich kids, shoot the sad boy Stab the pretty girl, go buy some new toys Not a hostage, not a scapegoat Not a thing wrong, except you're cutthroat We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though? We got a ways to go, we need a stepping stone I guess we're on our own, ain't that a bitch, though? Tell me the truth or tell me a lie Tell me what I've gotta say to get out of this room alive Show me the answers or give me a clue There's not enough space in the miles between me and you Oh, no, here we go Here come the saints of violence and innuendo So, tell me the truth, are you really surprised? You live in a world where empathy goes to die Not a hostage, not a hostage Not a hostage, not a scapegoat Not a scapegoat, not a scapegoat Tell the truth, tell the truth Tell me the truth or tell me a lie Tell me what I've gotta say to get out of this room alive Show me the answers or give me a clue There's not enough space in the miles between me and you Oh, no, here we go Here come the saints of violence and innuendo So, tell me the truth, are you really surprised? You live in a world where empathy goes to die Tell the truth, tell the truth Tell the truth, tell the truth
Writer(s): Brent Smith, Eric Bass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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