ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blatz
Performer
Jesse Townley
Lead Vocals
Anna Joy Springer
Lead Vocals
Robert Burnett
Electric Guitar
Robin Spaulding
Bass Guitar
Joey Perales
Drums
Adrianna Creel
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anna Joy Springer
Songwriter
Adrianna Creel
Songwriter
Jesse Townley
Songwriter
Robert Burnett
Songwriter
Robin Spaulding
Songwriter
Joey Perales
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gideon Zaretsky
Producer
歌詞
Sleep little one, sleep
Take comfort in the night's embrace
'Cause the morning sun will open your eyes
And you'll see that you live in a fucked up place
Yeah, sleep little one, sleep
Take comfort in any kind of embrace
The morning suns gonna open your eyes
And you live in a fucked up place
Oh baby, I was like you once
I slept in a crib with yellow sheets
Now the sand in my eyes, and the dirt on my feet, and the sand in my mouth
And everyone just dreams of themselves anyway, don't they?
No, you never asked no one for life
But here you are in somebody else's world
And they'll say that the change can come from you, but it should've come long ago
And how can things change all of our dreams are unfurled?
Oh, so sleep, little one, sleep
Take comfort in the night's embrace
The morning sun will open your eyes
And you'll see that you live in a fucked up place
Yeah, sleep, little one, sleep
Take comfort in any kind of embrace
The morning suns gonna open your eyes
And you live in a fucked up place
The stars in your eyes are just shattered glass
And the dolls on the shelf will become the men in the gutter
And everyone just dreams of somebody else anyway, don't they?
Baby I'll never sleep that way again until I die!
Whoaaahh!
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
Ain't that just your luck, Chuck?
What did they put in your drink?
Was is acid, or was it speed?
Whatever it was do what you need
What did they put- what did they put in your drink?
(One, two) You better sniff some glue
(Three, four) And then sniff some more!
(Five, six) Get your daily fix
(Seven, Eight) Masterbate!
Chuck, nine, ten, never sleep again
Chuck, nine, ten, never sleep again
Chuck, nine, ten, never sleep, (never) sleep again
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
Ain't that just your luck, Chuck?
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
(Wake up, Chuck) What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
Lovely privilege
(Yeah Chuck, you better wake up right now, motherfucker!)
(Come on Chuck, come on baby, wake up for me, now)
(Wake up before we cut you up, blood and guts everywhere!)
Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up! (Aww, Chuck!)
(Get along little doggies!) Giddy up! Giddy up! (Yee-haw!) Giddy up! (Rawhide!)
One, two, three, four!
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
Ain't that just your luck, Chuck?
What did they put in your drink, Chuck?
Written by: Adrianna Creel, Anna Joy Springer, Jesse Townley, Joseph Perales, Robert Burnett, Robin Spaulding