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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Streets
The Streets
Interprète
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Guitare
Barnet Philharmonic Choir
Barnet Philharmonic Choir
Chœurs
Bob Dowell
Bob Dowell
Direction d’orchestre
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Batterie
Nick Marshall
Nick Marshall
Guitare
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Orgue Hammond
Richard Wayler
Richard Wayler
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Production
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brendon "Octave" Harding
Brendon "Octave" Harding
Ingénierie
Guy Katsav
Guy Katsav
Ingénierie
Magic Mike Millrain
Magic Mike Millrain
Ingénierie de mixage
Morgan Nicholls
Morgan Nicholls
Ingénierie
Robin Axford
Robin Axford
Ingénierie

Paroles

I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me There's something in the sun this day, I feel it Or maybe it's just my hay fever The weeds are green, the sky is shining But it'll soon be night which is nicer But then cracks peel back and hell bends the room And the devil gestures to you You've never seen such a Beelzebee And he's telling you to make up your bean about what's left of your evening About whether to flake out or fecking stay out What do you make of this doubt? The devil wants to know if you're going down or up Easy - I know what my speech should be I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me The devil beams a big beaming grin The sort which leads you up the streets of sin He holds up paperwork - sign the line Let's clash with madmen, grime is fine It sounds all hectic, you're having cold feet Things are getting out of hand, you make an embarrasing retreat Let's ride the valkyrie, commit a bit of sin Turn rock to rubble, punch me in the chin I simply, Lucifer, refuse to wind up on fire with low-life liars Then you're destined for the world without chores and sweating - The eternal hell of boredom in heaven I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me You tell the devil in no uncertain terms You'll never be evil, you'll never be turned What is this evil? And who decides this? When left to devices some humans try shit This is the reason we should all be tied up? We're just normal people exploring our minds We don't go around here putting poison in wine But we enjoy what we like which is not always right People are intricate, people aren't swines Let's screw the rules up and rely on our minds Sign on the line You sign on the line He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell for the company I want to go to heaven for the weather But hell seems like fun to me
Writer(s): Michael Geoffrey Skinner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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