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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Hanslick Rebellion
The Hanslick Rebellion
Interpretação
Jed Davis
Jed Davis
Vocais principais
Alex Dubovoy
Alex Dubovoy
Guitarra elétrica
Mike Kearns
Mike Kearns
Baixo
Nate Barnes
Nate Barnes
Bateria
João Paulo Drumond
João Paulo Drumond
Pandeiro
Itaiguara Brandao
Itaiguara Brandao
Contrabaixo
Yuri Villar
Yuri Villar
Flauta
Josh Plotner
Josh Plotner
Clarinete
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jed Davis
Jed Davis
Composição
Michael Keaney
Michael Keaney
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
The Hanslick Rebellion
The Hanslick Rebellion
Produção
Jed Davis
Jed Davis
Engenharia (gravação)
Martin Merenyi
Martin Merenyi
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

Hibbity hoo
Show me what you got
Are you ready or not?
3,500 square on an acre lot
It's your two-story tomb
It's a money pit
With three Carrara marble baths
For your luxury shit
What are you doing?
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Don't even think about it
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Don't even think about it
You tie the knot and you hang yourself
From a rope they call
Call it suburbia
You hit the deep end and drown yourself
In a wave they call
Call it suburbia
Blow out the candles and choke yourself
On a cake they call
Call it suburbia
Open your presents and cut yourself
On a blade they call
Call it suburbia, oh
Hey, show me what you got
Are you ready or not?
You're popping off like Olay on a liver spot
You're popping statins
Popping buttons
Popping caps in your head
With the loaded Smith & Wesson
Hidden under your bed
Yo mister Keaney!
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Don't even think about it
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Don't even think about it
Hibbity hoo
You tie the knot and you hang yourself
From a rope they call
Call it suburbia
You hit the deep end and drown yourself
In a wave they call
Call it suburbia
Blow out the candles and choke yourself
On a cake they call
Call it suburbia
Open your presents and cut yourself
On a blade they call
Call it suburbia, oh
(This is not my fault now it's all a blur and I want to speak to the manager turn the cameras off I don't know my lines this is not all right and I am not fine)
Hibbity hoo
Hey, show me what you got
Are you ready or not?
Smearing concealer on your cheeks
While your insides rot
Wrapped in your terry towel
You got your curlers in
And in just 66 minutes, you'll be ready to sin
Let's do it
You tie the knot and you hang yourself
From a rope they call
Call it suburbia
You hit the deep end and drown yourself
In a wave they call
Call it suburbia
Blow out the candles and choke yourself
On a cake they call
Call it suburbia
Open your presents and cut yourself
On a blade they call
Call it suburbia, oh
(This is not my fault now it's all a blur and I want to speak to the manager turn the cameras off I don't know my lines this is not all right and I am not fine this is not all right and I am not fine this is not all right and I am not fine this is not all right and I am not fine this is not all right and I am not fine)
Written by: Jed Davis, Michael Keaney
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