クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foals
Foals
Performer
Smith
Smith
Guitar
Jeremy Pritchard
Jeremy Pritchard
Background Vocals
Kit Monteith
Kit Monteith
Background Vocals
Jack Reddick
Jack Reddick
Baritone Saxophone
Laura Moody
Laura Moody
Cello
Jack Bevan
Jack Bevan
Drums
Yannis Philippakis
Yannis Philippakis
Guitar
Joe Price
Joe Price
Keyboards
London Contemporary Orchestra
London Contemporary Orchestra
Orchestra
Craig Apps
Craig Apps
Percussion
George English
George English
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Smith
Smith
Composer
Yannis Philippakis
Yannis Philippakis
Composer
Jack Bevan
Jack Bevan
Composer
Hugh Brunt
Hugh Brunt
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Woodcraft
Richard Woodcraft
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
I know there's a shot in the dark
If I keep it up, I can keep on going
They say that life is short
And it can't be bought by the likes of me
I heard that it won't be long
Until we're gone like dew in the morning
Stop the clocks, pull up your socks
Go find a fountain, wash it off
[Verse 2]
So kill the screen, head to Medellin
To shout and scream and find your trouble
Live amongst the orange roses
Pull vogue poses and wash it off
Lord knows I'm in the field
Hellhounds are back and on my heels
[Verse 3]
They said I died last week
In the Pacific Ocean, no words spoken
Plane fell right out the sky
But they don't know why, don't you worry
Life's a lie, so roll the die
Keep on trying to wash it off
[Verse 4]
Go wash it off
Go wash it off
Go wash it off
Go wash it off
[Verse 5]
Don't you even think of me
'Cause I'll be free beyond the levee
All that's left is a ghost machine
And it can't be reached, but you can try
You should go buy a boat and build a moat
Untie yourself
[Verse 6]
Go wash it off
Go wash it off
Go wash it off
[Verse 7]
You're my ride or die
I just wish I'd said goodbye one last time (One last time)
Now all that's left's a ghost machine
It can't be reached, it won't be seen again (Seen again)
You're my ride or die
I just wished we had said goodbye (Said goodbye)
All that's left's a ghost machine
It can't be reached, it won't be seen again (Seen again)
[Verse 8]
Go wash it off, go wash it off
Go wash it off, go wash it off
Go wash it off, go wash it off
Go wash it off, go wash it off
Written by: Bevan, Edwin Congreave, Philippakis, Smith
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