Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Davey Von Bohlen
Background Vocals
Michael Kinsella
Drums
Sam Zurick
Bass Guitar
Tim Kinsella
Vocals
Victor Villarreal
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Zurick
Songwriter
Victor Villarreal
Songwriter
Mike Kinsella
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Elliot Dicks
Mixing Engineer
Rob Roy Campbell
Recording Engineer
Letra
Mud; Muddy slush; Slushy lawn
In the inbetween of the winter and spring and the lawn's long gone
People walking
Lotsa people walking over the life in the mud
On the sidewalk under my crawl
Mud bubbles pop and burst breath into the air
Where's the inbetween if everyone's a me?
That there tree grew outta me
People talking
Lotsa people talking
I'm hurt. You're hurt
My dad's hurt, and haven't you learned everyone's hurt?
Sure we're all smiles seeing reptiles
Birds in bars
We measure up each species in our heads
Barely aware that we're so scared we measure up each species in our heads
I can step on that lil' fucker's jaw
I can snap him in half like a wishbone
And I think to myself,
Like I'm always thinking,
I want everything and two of some of this shit
Find my place in the apehouse
See myself in their eyes
My fingers on their feet
My possessive love somewhere in their embrace
My freedon's limitations in their swinging and hollering
I'm singing
I'm hollering
I'm singing
I'm hollering
I'm always bothering
Writer(s): David S Von Bohlen, Victor J Villarreal, Michael Thomas Kinsella, Samuel Thomas Zurick, Timothy John Kinsella
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