Écouter (Sic) (Live At Download Festival 2009) par Slipknot

(Sic) (Live At Download Festival 2009)

Slipknot

Metal

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Slipknot
Slipknot
Interprète
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Percussion
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Chant
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Claviers
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Batterie
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Guitare
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Basse
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Platines tourne‑disques
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Percussion
Jim Root
Jim Root
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Paroles/Composition
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Paroles/Composition
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Paroles/Composition
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Paroles/Composition
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Paroles/Composition
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Paroles/Composition
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Paroles/Composition
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Slipknot
Slipknot
Production
Chris Fehn
Chris Fehn
Production
Corey Taylor
Corey Taylor
Production
Craig Jones
Craig Jones
Production
Joey Jordison
Joey Jordison
Production
Mick Thomson
Mick Thomson
Production
Paul Gray
Paul Gray
Production
Sid Wilson
Sid Wilson
Production
Jarrad Hearman
Jarrad Hearman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Shawn "Clown" Crahan
Production
Jim Root
Jim Root
Production
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Colin Richardson
Colin Richardson
Ingénierie de mixage
Martyn 'Ginge' Ford
Martyn 'Ginge' Ford
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Kaufman
Mike Kaufman
Production

Paroles

Here comes the pain Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything, even if I can't handle you Readily, either way it better be Don't you fuckin' pity me, get up, get off What the hell am I sayin'? I don't know about malevolent Sure as hell decadent, I want somebody to step up, step off Walls, let me fall, fuck you all Get a grip, don't let me slip 'til I drop the ball Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war Fuck it! Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind? You're leaving me suspect, I'm leaving you grotesque Feels like a burn from which you never learn 'Cause and effect, you jealous ass Press your face against the glass, suffer Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war Pump your fist in the fuckin' air (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!) Let's go I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine Yeah! You can't kill me 'cause I'm already inside you You can't kill me 'cause I'm already inside you You can't kill me 'cause I'm already inside you You can't kill me 'cause I'm already inside you Sic! Sic! Sic! Sic! Yeah! Motherfucker!
Writer(s): Paul Gray, Corey Taylor, Sidney Wilson, Michael Crahan, Christopher Fehn, Craig Jones, Nathan Jordison, Mickael Thomson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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