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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaac Brock
Vocals
Eric Judy
Acoustic Guitar
Dann Gallucci
Guitar
Benjamin Weikel
Drums
Tom Peloso
Contrabass
Dennis Herring
Accordion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Brock
Songwriter
Eric Judy
Songwriter
Dann Gallucci
Songwriter
Tom Peloso
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dennis Herring
Producer
Jacquire King
Mixing Engineer
Clay Jones
Recording Engineer
Dawn Palladino
Assistant Engineer
Sean Macke
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Provence
Assistant Engineer
Stuart Sikes
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Letra
Woke up this morning, and it seemed to me
That every night turns out to be
A little bit more like Bukowski
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read
But God, who'd wanna be
God, who'd wanna be such an asshole
God, who'd wanna be
God, who'd wanna be such an asshole
Well we sat on the edge of the river
The crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver
So tell me now why, you'll tell me never
Who would wanna be
Who would wanna be such a control freak
Well, who would wanna be
Who would wanna be such a control freak
Well, see what you wanna see
You should see it all
Well, take what you want from me
You deserve it all
Nine times out of ten
Our hearts just get dissolved
(Gets dissolved)
Well, I want a better place
Or just a better way to fall
But one time out of ten
Everything goes perfect for us all
Well, I want a better place
Or just a better way to fall
Here we go
If God controls the land and disease
And keeps a watchful eye on me
If he's really so damn mighty
Well, my problem is, I can't see
Well, who would wanna be
Who would wanna be such a control freak
Well, who would wanna be
Who would wanna be such a control freak
Evil home stereo
What good songs do you know
Evil me, oh yeah, I know
What good curves can you throw
Well, all that icing and all that cake
I can't make it to your wedding
But I'm sure I'll be at your wake
You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day
When you get to the point
Make sure that I'm still awake, okay
I went to bed and didn't see
Why every day turns out to be
A little bit more like Bukowski
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read
But God who'd wanna be
God, who'd wanna be such an asshole
(I fucked up the last line)
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Dann Gallucci, Eric Judy, Tom Peloso
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