क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Withers
James Withers
Bass
James Winn
James Winn
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Rijpma
Alex Rijpma
Songwriter
Josh Booth
Josh Booth
Songwriter
James Withers
James Withers
Songwriter
James Winn
James Winn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kurt Wood
Kurt Wood
Engineer

गाने

They gather at the corner shop
At the point where saner minds would drop
But who the fuck am I to stop
A dickhead in his prime
This city'd better watch itself
Cos we're too far in and might as well
We'd rather just go to hell
Then get to bed on time
Taxi-cabs and late 'my bads'
Tequila shots in wine
Feeling rough with 'fair enoughs'
Let's kidnap and murder time
I am gonna live like this while I still can
So we're here until the sun comes out again
It's unfortunate and it is all but suffering
But what can you do? It's just old friends
Post-apocalypse is just like this
No stone unturned, no nothing missed
He asked if he could steal a kiss
Try and fucking die
Fall in love with everyone you meet
No memory you couldn't keep
Leave all you brought out on the street
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Taxi-cabs and late 'my bads'
Tequila shots in wine
Feeling rough with 'fair enoughs'
Let's kidnap and murder time
I am gonna live like this while I still can
So we're here until the sun comes out again
It's unfortunate and it is all but suffering
But what can you do? It's just old friends
Written by: Alex Rijpma, James Winn, James Withers, Josh Booth
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