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INTERPRÉTATION
The Academy Is...
Interprète
Adam T. Siska
Basse
Andy Mrotek
Batterie
Michael Guy Chislett
Guitare
Mike Carden
Guitare
William Beckett
Chœurs
Butch Walker
Chœurs
Sofia Toufa
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Adam T. Siska
Composition
Andy Mrotek
Composition
Michael Guy Chislett
Composition
Mike Carden
Composition
William Beckett
Composition
Michael Carden
Écriture
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Joseph Puig
Assistance d’ingénierie
Butch Walker
Production
Karl Egsieker
Ingénierie
Mark Needham
Ingénierie de mixage
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I've got that lefty curse
Where everything I do is flipped
And awkwardly reversed
You're seldom known and barely missed
I always put myself
In destructive situations
I need oxygen, to be exposed
Where no one goes, where no one's been
When it all comes crashing
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Sing it (yeah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Somebody get my phone
So I can throw it in a public pool
And watch it float
And as it's slowly sinking down
Become a social ghost
Inside a box, cut at the top
To let some light shine in
To remind me what I've done
And where I've been
When it all comes crashing
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Sing it (ow)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Now we've got a big, big, big mess on our hands, on our hands
Don't give in, don't give up, I'll be gone
You don't look innocent enough
We're too young to be critics
We won't miss anything at all
Don't give in, don't give up
I don't look innocent with this big, big mess on
I'll say something else
We've got a big, big mess
Oh, we've got a big, big mess
Oh, we've got a big, big mess
A big, big mess
Now we've got a big, big mess
A big, big mess
(Now kick it)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Now we've got a big, big mess on our hands tonight
Sing it (ow)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Now we've got a big, big, big, mess on our hands, on our hands
Don't give in, don't give up (we've got a big, big mess)
I'll be gone (a big, big mess)
I don't look innocent enough
We're too young to be cynics (we've got a big, big mess on our hands)
We won't wish any harm at all
Don't give in, don't give up (we've got a big, big mess)
No one looks innocent with this big, big mess on our hands tonight
When it all comes crashing
Writer(s): William Beckett
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