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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Followill
Drums
Caleb Followill
Lead Vocals
Matthew Followill
Lead Guitar
Jared Followill
Bass Guitar
Richard Causon
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Angelo Petraglia
Songwriter
Ethan Johns
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Johns
Producer
Kyle Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jim Niper
Assistant Engineer
Miles Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Leslie Richter
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Linder
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Ivy Skoff
Producer
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Blistered, cracked and bleeding
Cold, no one should know
Rain falls down a freezin'
And stickin' like a snow
Lingering suspicions
Screamin' in my head
Lies all mixed up with omissions
Oh, welcome home again
It's too late for apologies
They're falling at my feet
"This is just the way of the world," Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
And then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well, he said, "Fred, I just killed a man"
I caught him layin' with my girlfriend
And now, they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead
Callin' all the neighbors
Time to make amends
Whiskey floods the table
Oh, good friends 'til the end
And they're makin' silly faces
And it's tastin' bittersweet
"This is just the way of the world," Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
And then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well, he said, "Fred, I just killed a man"
I caught him layin' with my girlfriend
And now, they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead
It's too late for apologies
They're falling at my feet
"This is just the way of the world," Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
And then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well, he said, "Fred, I just killed a man"
I caught him layin' with my girlfriend
And now, they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead
"This is just the way of the world," Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
And then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well, he said, "Fred, I just killed a man"
I caught him layin' with my girlfriend
And now, they're both dead
People can be so cold when they're dead
Writer(s): Angelo T. Petraglia, Ivan Nathan Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill
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