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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Streets
The Streets
Performer
IDLES
IDLES
Performer
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Vocals
Joseph Talbot
Joseph Talbot
Vocals
Jack Looker
Jack Looker
Guitar
Lee Kiernan
Lee Kiernan
Guitar
Jonathan Beavis
Jonathan Beavis
Drums
Adam Devonshire
Adam Devonshire
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Composer
Joseph Talbot
Joseph Talbot
Composer
Jack Looker
Jack Looker
Composer
Lee Kiernan
Lee Kiernan
Composer
Jonathan Beavis
Jonathan Beavis
Composer
Adam Devonshire
Adam Devonshire
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Producer

Letra

I don't like my country, it's more of an addiction The way girls fixate and pour over lip gloss I'm hard to love, I make idiot jokes But those the hardest to love are those that need it the most Some people drink to be interesting Some people drink to be interested The bus comes, fuck delays, lust rushes, love waits Fuck the crushes at rush hour Luck in love is like government power Just fucking bust case None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive Full fathom five, my father lies None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive That's why I don't go gentle into that good night That's why I'm shining brighter than the brightest light I twinkle like my blade in the belly of the Reich 'Cause dullards don't shine for shit, they just talk shite Shoulda, woulda, coulda does not build prophecies of I So I'll be mouth and eyes for the sore foresight Never act like an Audi driver Never mix with the drink spikers Never seen with the seat pissers Never ever been a game misser 'Cause missing a game will keep me up all night 'Cause none of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive Full fathom five, my father lies None of us are getting out of this life alive When I was a young boy, I painted my room black When I was a young boy, I rated the boom bap Cut to aerial footage of a scary estate Keep going and prove them right Send for everyone, end the night Returning to home, still yearning to leave Turnin' the sun in worsening seas Determined to put my searching at ease Circling seagulls determined to eat Into the smoke of the blue, green and chalk Sinking and blowing and dipping, we talk Until the cliffs become big on our port side Closer and taller, it makes me feel short Calling me back at the start of the year All I ask is a star to steer None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive Full fathom five, my father lies None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive None of us are getting out of this life alive Full fathom five, my father lies None of us are getting out of this life alive
Writer(s): Michael Skinner, Joseph Talbot, Adam Devonshire, Lee Kiernan, Jonathan Beavis, Jack Looker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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