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CAKE - Nugget (Official Audio)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Guitare électrique
John McCrea
John McCrea
Chant
Todd Roper
Todd Roper
Batterie
Victor Damiani
Victor Damiani
Basse
Vincent di Fiore
Vincent di Fiore
Trompette
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Paroles/Composition
Victor Damiani
Victor Damiani
Paroles/Composition
John McCrea
John McCrea
Paroles/Composition
Vincent di Fiore
Vincent di Fiore
Paroles/Composition
Todd Roper
Todd Roper
Paroles/Composition
CAKE
CAKE
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
CAKE
CAKE
Production
Craig Long
Craig Long
Ingénierie
Don Tyler
Don Tyler
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joe Johnston
Joe Johnston
Ingénierie
Kirt Shearer
Kirt Shearer
Ingénierie
Scott Reams
Scott Reams
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Okay alright, uh no This one, this one, this one Heads of state, who ride and wrangle Who look at your face, from more than one angle Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets Now heads of state, who ride and wrangle Who look at your face, from more than one angle Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets Shut the fuck up, no Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck) Right, right Learn to buck up (Shut the fuck) Right, shut the fuck up Hey ho (Shut the fuck) Now, now Learn to buck up (Oh) One, two, one two three four Alright Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children and steal your thunder While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Who crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children and steal your thunder While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Who crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels Shut the fuck up, no Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck) Right, now Learn to buck up (Shut the fuck) Right, shut the fuck up Hey ho, ya (Shut the fuck) Ya ya Learn to buck up Now, simple feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in smoky spires Do more to turn, my joy to sadness Than somber thoughts of burning planets Now, clever feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in smoky spires Do more to turn, my joy to sadness Than somber thoughts of burning planets (Shut the fuck) Alright, okay I don't (Shut the fuck) Wanna, I don't wanna hear it That's right (Shut the fuck) Oh, okay I don't wanna (Shut the fuck) I don't wanna (Shut the fuck) Hey, ho, ya (Shut the fuck) I don't wanna I don't wanna (Yea, one two one two one)
Writer(s): John M Mc Crea, Gregory P Brown, Victor P Damiani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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