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Do Nothing
Performer
Andrew Harrison
Drums
Charlie Howarth
Bass Guitar
Chris Bailey
Lead Vocals
Kasper Sandstrøm
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Harrison
Songwriter
Charlie Howarth
Songwriter
Chris Bailey
Songwriter
Kasper Sandstrøm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Savours
Producer
Joshua Rumble
Assistant Engineer
Oli Barton-Wood
Mixing Engineer
Felix Davis at Metropolis Studios, London
Mastering Engineer
Letra
They're gonna fire you in the morning
If you don't get right
All our souvenirs of glory
In a big blue pile
Why don't you finish what you started?
Let your new friends stay
For a night or for forever
And see if I care
Preachers glide along the pavement
Into restaurants and bars
Traders slink into the warehouse
To go and get the jerk in charge
Feather bedding for a centrefold
From up there alone
There's a little piece of paper
What did you just call me?
Where'd you get the nerve?
I'm sorry, I guess I'll never learn
These kinds of things, they happen all the time
There's no use in taking it to heart
There's a lifetime yawning out ahead
Come home and show me who you really are
What did you just call me?
Where'd you get the nerve?
I'm sorry I guess I'll never learn
Where'd you get the nerve?
I guess I'll never learn
Where'd you get the nerve?
I guess I'll never learn
Writer(s): Andrew Harrison, Charlie Howarth, Chris Bailey, Kasper Sandstrøm
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