Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kieron Lashington-Francis
Songwriter
Lyrisa Rachael Nixon
Songwriter
Frankie Wood
Songwriter
Lucas Venneri
Songwriter
Testi
I don't want to hear another word that you say
Fight another urge, another thought, another face
Angry, I'm gonna get angry
Psychedelic funk like a punch in the face
Chicken scratch no I'm writing those names
In blood
In red hot
Bad fruit hate the look hate the taste
But you've gotta eat take a plate take your place
Take a plate take your place
Easygoing, not much to the noise
E--e--e--e--easy going
Not much to the noise
The Minotaur drives my minivan
He can take me through hell, all I care
Get me my even tan
Hey you over there
Can you do me a favour?
Read the room, hold the weight of world on your middle finger
Drugs and chemicals it's celebration
Tie my tongue with the words of our nation
Am I not making sense to you?
Am I not making sense to you?
Am I not making sense to
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
To you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Itching for a piece of the pie
Hungry for piece of your mind
Fruitless slander has such a bitter chew
Mindless banter, I'd rather have the flu
I don't wanna hear another word that you say
I just wanna drown in the swamp, in the lake
I don't wanna hear another word that you say
I just wanna drown in the swamp, in the lake
In the swamp in the lake
In the swamp in the lake
Am I not making sense to you?
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Sense to you
Written by: Frankie Wood, Kieron Lashington-Francis, Lucas Venneri, Lyrisa Rachael Nixon
