In primo piano

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bret Mosley
Bret Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bret Mosley
Bret Mosley
Co-Producer
Chase Pierson
Chase Pierson
Co-Producer
Pete Caigan
Pete Caigan
Recording Engineer
Roman Klun
Roman Klun
Mixing Engineer
Fred Kevorkian
Fred Kevorkian
Mastering Engineer

Testi

It ain't at all about who's gonna run the world
Choose the fear, you lose the love
So get to divining the demons
Who do the pushing and shoving
Drillin' spillin' holes to melt the poles
We're gonna shit and fall in it 'fore we know it
Where is there? We're on a sphere
Every time is now and everywhere is here
Haul in the women and the men
Huddle up god a'mighty let's run it again
Or just leave it to the trees and seas to sort it out
We are the takers and the keepers
Given to deceiving our own blood and light
Spiteful tumbling like a pair of dice
What with what is happening
What will come around?
We gonna wake up and wonder
Or keep sleeping unsafe and unsound
Can't withstand the mystery
If'n the question outruns the answer
Seen a wrinkle on the planet
Pumping surf into the jungle, winning hands down
Haul in the women and the men
Huddle up god a'mighty let's run it again
Or just leave it to the trees and seas to sort it out
We are the takers and the keepers
Given to deceiving our own blood and light
Spiteful tumbling like a pair of dice
Smitty said, "Hit 'em right square in the Adam's Apple."
And, "Kick their butts 'til their noses bleed buttermilk."
What are we learning?
Smitty hauled off and backed a tractor over his own heart
Under the ground the wheels are turning
'Cause there ain't never been a winnin' warrior
Nunca nada but losing about it
But get a woman to feelin' the power
And get a man to feelin' the love
Ya turn loose of the rope and it's actually
Quite a bit sweeter without it
Fall in the puddle in the middle together
With one more tug
Haul in the women and the men
Huddle up god a'mighty let's run it again
Or just leave it to the trees and seas to sort it out
We are the takers and the keepers
Given to deceiving our own blood and light
Spiteful tumbling like a pair of dice
Written by: Bret Mosley
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