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The Wombats - Walking Disasters [Track 08]
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INTERPRÉTATION
The Wombats
The Wombats
Programmation
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Chœurs
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Batterie
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Basse
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Composition
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Phil Seaford
Phil Seaford
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Production
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Ingénierie
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
John Hanes
John Hanes
Ingénierie de mixage
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue but I can tell you what I'd do I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest Anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But when you've lost all that you have left to lose I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly And tell my father that I need him back again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel You be my calm, I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want, we'll always need Right now we need some pop psychology to keep us up-beat So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell your father your won't lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters You and I are just walking disasters
Writer(s): Matthew Murphy, Tord Knudsen, Daniel Haggis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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