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Toil
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In Tour
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Toil è stato pubblicato il 26 giugno 2012 da Ollie Mob Worldwide come parte dell'album Toil
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AlbumToil
Data di uscita26 giugno 2012
EtichettaOllie Mob Worldwide
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM60

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flatfoot 56
Flatfoot 56
Performer
Tobin Bawinkle
Tobin Bawinkle
Lead Vocals
Joby
Joby
Cello
Rebecca Ann Faber
Rebecca Ann Faber
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Bawinkle
Kyle Bawinkle
Songwriter
Conrad Allsworth
Conrad Allsworth
Songwriter
Tobin Bawinkle
Tobin Bawinkle
Songwriter
Brandon Good
Brandon Good
Songwriter
Eric McMahon
Eric McMahon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Rusin
Tim Rusin
Mixing Engineer
Johnny Rioux
Johnny Rioux
Producer

Testi

Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell. Down the mighty Mississipp,' where the raging waters swell. In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell
I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat. Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
A child working day and night
A father turned into a ghostly sight
The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
Of a poor man just trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain
From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song, yet it's made me who I am
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh, to the trucker and his load
All feeding that old fat cat just hoping he'll explode
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth
The boys on the line working just to eat, are you picturing the stories that I sing?
A child working day and night
A father turned into a ghostly sight
The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
Of a poor man trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain
We've been working for far too long
We've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons
Our sweat must be working just to fall
I'm a slave to that whistle call
I'm a slave to that whistle call
From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song, yet it's made me who I am
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh, to the trucker and his load
All feeding that old fat cat just hoping he'll explode
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat, are you picturing the stories that I sing?
A child working day and night
A father turned into a ghostly sight
The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
Of a poor man trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain
As he pays his toll of pain
We've been working for far too long
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons
Our sweat must be working just to fall
I'm a slave to that whistle call
I'm a slave to that whistle call. I'm a slave
Written by: Brandon Good, Conrad Allsworth, Eric McMahon, Kyle Bawinkle, Tobin Bawinkle
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