Lagu Serupa
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stone Sour
Performer
Christian Martucci
Guitar
Corey Taylor
Vocals
Josh Rand
Guitar
Johny Chow
Bass Guitar
Roy Mayorga
Drums
Rem Massingill
Gang Vocals
Alejandro Baima
Gang Vocals
Francesco Cameli
Gang Vocals
George Adrian
Gang Vocals
Jason Christopher
Gang Vocals
Matthew Philips
Gang Vocals
Megan Milius
Gang Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Martucci
Songwriter
Corey Taylor
Songwriter
Josh Rand
Songwriter
Johny Chow
Songwriter
Roy Mayorga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stone Sour
Producer
John Douglass
Additional Engineer
Rem Massingill
Guitar Technician
Jon Nicholson
Drum Technician
Alejandro Baima
Engineer
Francesco Cameli
Engineer
Jay Ruston
Mixing Engineer
Paul Logus
Mastering Engineer
Gary Myerberg
Recording Technician
Lirik
Haha, yeah
We cast a long shadow, sucking all the cold beneath
But there's a reason a killer is a lover with a knife in its teeth
We can settle in the dust and cave
Raise your hands if you want to be saved
In the middle is the bottom of me
A Taipei person drinking Allah Tea, go!
We live, we die, we never wonder why
It's not too late to fight the hands of fate
Well you can only scream your heart over and over for so long
Before you know it, you're gonna lose your fucking mind
So don't love, don't hate- everybody's dying baby I feel great
I'm running out of road but I'm still doing 75
Mellow traumatic, ooh, looking like a Ponzi scheme
You're so sentimental, all the weight of the worlds you've created are weak
I am the voice of a rude generation
A middle finger for the middle class invasion
At the bottom is the only real me
A Taipei person drinking Allah Tea, go!
We want, we need, we punish just to bleed
We know this plea we bite the hand that feeds
Well you can only scream your heart over and over for so long
Before you know it, you're gonna lose your fucking mind
So don't love, don't hate- everybody's dying baby I feel great
I'm running out of road but I'm still doing seventy...
Force the pass, divorce the castration
Another panic in a major population
Run the course, the coarseness of a bastard
We're in the eyes of a beautiful disaster
Go!
We live, we die, we never wonder why
It's up to me to bite the hands that feed
We want, we need, we punish just to bleed
We scream this plea, type A personality
Well you can only scream your heart over and over for so long
Before you know it, you're gonna lose your fucking mind
So don't love, don't hate- everybody's dying baby I feel great
I'm running out of road but I'm still doing 75
Still doing 75
Yeah!
Still doing 75
Yeah!
Still doing 75
Hahaha, I don't know how you do it, dude
Writer(s): Roy Mayorga, Josh Rand, Corey Taylor, Christopher Anthony Martucci, John Mark Carroll Bechtel
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