Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donovan Lawrence
Donovan Lawrence
Background Vocals
Stephanie Meade
Stephanie Meade
Background Vocals
Geo Onaymake
Geo Onaymake
Background Vocals
London Community Gospel Choir
London Community Gospel Choir
Choir
Ase Bergstrom
Ase Bergstrom
Background Vocals
Lena Palmer
Lena Palmer
Background Vocals
Wendy Rose
Wendy Rose
Background Vocals
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Bass Guitar
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Percussion
Thomas Wydler
Thomas Wydler
Percussion
Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey
Guitar
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Vocals
James Johnston
James Johnston
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Songwriter
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Songwriter
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Damon Iddins
Damon Iddins
Mixing Engineer
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Producer
Warren Ellis
Warren Ellis
Producer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Editing Engineer
Jim Sclavunos
Jim Sclavunos
Producer
Mick Harvey
Mick Harvey
Producer
Ian Cooper
Ian Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Nick Launay
Nick Launay
Producer
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
Producer
James Johnston
James Johnston
Producer
Conway Savage
Conway Savage
Producer
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Producer

Songteksten

The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car
Drifting down into the abattoir
Do you see what I see, dear?
The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath
Entwined together in this culture of death
Do you see what I see, dear?
Slide on over here, let me give you a squeeze
To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory
Can you hear what I hear, babe?
Does it make you feel afraid?
Everything's dissolving, babe, just according to plan
The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land
I went to bed last night and my moral code got jammed
I woke up this morning with a Frappuccino in my hand
I kissed you once. I kissed you again
My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange
Do you feel what I feel, dear?
Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy
These things are not good for me
Do you see what I see, dear?
The line the God throws down to you and me
Makes a pleasing geometry
Shall we leave this place now, dear?
Is there someway out of here?
I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work
The need for validation, babe, gone completely berserk
I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a jerk
I got the abattoir blues
I got the abattoir blues
I got the abattoir blues
Right down to my shoes
Written by: Nick Cave, Warren Ellis
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