Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Futurebirds
Interprète
Carl Broemel
Interprète
Thomas Johnson
Interprète
Kiffy Myers
Interprète
Carter King
Interprète
Daniel Womack
Interprète
Brannen Miles
Interprète
Tom Myers
Interprète
Spencer Thomas
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Thomas Johnson
Paroles/Composition
Carter King
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Womack
Paroles/Composition
Brannen Miles
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Futurebirds
Production
Carl Broemel
Production
Teddy Morgan
Ingénierie
Joel McKenney
Ingénierie
Drew Vandenberg
Ingénierie
Freon Fighters
Ingénierie
Paroles
The Moon's a little fat man, lazy and trite
Creepin twelve feet over Tallahassee tonight
With a cheap fake tan that's glowing with a Crisco shine
And he's drunk on the cosmic comedic news
That Armageddon finally came and it's a total snooze
God telling a joke, yea and taking Her time
Can't shake the feeling we're the punchline
Caught in some freak show
Makes ya feel some kind of low
Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
Where we once stood
But were they really ever all that good?
Paint my nails, floss my teeth
Overanalyze your life and make something to eat
Let that brain train steamroll
Right on through your mind
Train leaves the station everyday on time
Caught in some freak show
Makes ya feel some kind of low
Got us dreaming bout the Buffet Days
Son they're long gone
Yea the breakfast game is moving on
Yea a better morning is coming on
Writer(s): Carter Woodall I. King, Thomas Etherage Johnson, Daniel H. Womack, Brannen Clifford Miles
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