Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ricky Fataar
Batterie
Mitchell Froom
Claviers
Neil Finn
Chant
Peter Bucknell
Violon
Vince Parsonage
Alto
Tim Finn
Chant
Chris Wilson
Harmonica
Mark Hart
Claviers
Nick Seymour
Basse
Paul Hester
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Neil Finn
Paroles/Composition
Tim Finn
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Clearmountain
Ingénierie de mixage
Mitchell Froom
Production
Neil Finn
Production
Tchad Blake
Ingénierie
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paul Kosky
Ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Horne
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Max Garcia
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
What'll I tell him when he comes to me for absolution?
Wouldn't you know it?
Hope I don't make a bad decision
'Cause I'd like to believe
That there is a God
Why sinful angels suffer for love?
I'd like to believe in the terrible truth
In the beautiful lies
Like to know you
But in this town, I can't get arrested
If you know me
Why don't you tell me what I'm thinking?
Hey, don't look now
But there goes God
In his sexy pants and his sausage dog
And he can't stand Beelzebub
'Cause he looks so good in black, in black
Hey, don't look now
But there goes God
In his sexy pants and his sausage dog
And he can't stand Beelzebub
'Cause he looks so good in black, in black, in black
There goes God
(Bring it on home, bring it on home)
There goes God
There goes God
There goes God
(Make yourself strong)
There goes God
(There is a God)
It knows it for sure (hey)
(There goes God)
Check it hard enough to stand
(There goes God)
Hey, I'd like to shake his hand
(There goes God)
Make yourself whole
(There goes God)
Yeah
Writer(s): Tim Finn, Neil Finn
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