Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Stills
Interprète
Oliver Crowe
Basse
Werner F.
Programmation
Dave Hamelin
Guitare
Tim Fletcher
Chant
Greg Paquet
Guitare principale
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Werner F.
Ingénierie de mixage
Emily Lazar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Gus van Go
Production
Paroles
I stumble out of a nightclub thinking
Animals and insects don't do drugs
I think i'll go out and act like i'm celibate
Jingle bells and a christmas choir
Softly kick a dog in the teeth
But he can't beat me down
Bloods streaming from my palms and my feet
I'll bring the heavens down screaming with me
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Shake my cutie pie fist at a waitress
When i'm sick of the way that i've been
I think i'll go out and act anti-celibate
And throw grenades at a christmas choir
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Writer(s): David Alexandre Hamelin, Gregory Paquet, Timothy David Fletcher, Olivier Corbeil
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