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CAKE - Nugget (Official Audio)
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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Guitarra elétrica
John McCrea
John McCrea
Vocais
Todd Roper
Todd Roper
Bateria
Victor Damiani
Victor Damiani
Baixo
Vincent di Fiore
Vincent di Fiore
Trompete
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Composição
Victor Damiani
Victor Damiani
Composição
John McCrea
John McCrea
Composição
Vincent di Fiore
Vincent di Fiore
Composição
Todd Roper
Todd Roper
Composição
CAKE
CAKE
Arranjos
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
CAKE
CAKE
Produção
Craig Long
Craig Long
Engenharia
Don Tyler
Don Tyler
Engenharia (masterização)
Joe Johnston
Joe Johnston
Engenharia
Kirt Shearer
Kirt Shearer
Engenharia
Scott Reams
Scott Reams
Engenharia (assistente)

Letra

Okay alright, uh no This one, this one, this one Heads of state, who ride and wrangle Who look at your face, from more than one angle Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets Now heads of state, who ride and wrangle Who look at your face, from more than one angle Can cut you from their bloated budgets Like sharpened knives to chicken mcnuggets Shut the fuck up, no Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck) Right, right Learn to buck up (Shut the fuck) Right, shut the fuck up Hey ho (Shut the fuck) Now, now Learn to buck up (Oh) One, two, one two three four Alright Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children and steal your thunder While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Who crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels Now, nimble fingers that dance on numbers Will eat your children and steal your thunder While heavy torsos that heave and hurl Who crunch like nuts in the mouth of squirrels Shut the fuck up, no Shut the fuck up (Shut the fuck) Right, now Learn to buck up (Shut the fuck) Right, shut the fuck up Hey ho, ya (Shut the fuck) Ya ya Learn to buck up Now, simple feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in smoky spires Do more to turn, my joy to sadness Than somber thoughts of burning planets Now, clever feet that flicker like fire And burn like candles in smoky spires Do more to turn, my joy to sadness Than somber thoughts of burning planets (Shut the fuck) Alright, okay I don't (Shut the fuck) Wanna, I don't wanna hear it That's right (Shut the fuck) Oh, okay I don't wanna (Shut the fuck) I don't wanna (Shut the fuck) Hey, ho, ya (Shut the fuck) I don't wanna I don't wanna (Yea, one two one two one)
Writer(s): John M Mc Crea, Gregory P Brown, Victor P Damiani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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