Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dimitri Tikovoi
Percussion
Richie Kennedy
Programming
Carl Barât
Guitar
Peter Doherty
Guitar
John Hassall
Bass Guitar
Gary Powell
Drums
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Barât
Songwriter
Peter Doherty
Songwriter
John Hassall
Songwriter
Gary Powell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dimitri Tikovoi
Producer
Richie Kennedy
Engineer
Jason Stafford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eliaz Le Floch
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Charles Haydon Hicks
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Luke Burgoyne
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Letra
We were born astride the grave, it was too late yesterday
We tried to do our ministry, got kicked right off the stage
To rise up in the face of the whole human disgrace
All the souls in all their soil, boiling up in oil
Is anybody out there? Does anybody care?
It's to hell in a handcart, we'll meet you there
Stand up or shut up
Rise up or give up
Get up, stand up
Are you coming out tonight?
Oh, be young, fall in love
Oh, be young, fall in love
This lyrical tautology, freedom and democracy
Enslavement and autocracy
The planet still will rot, you see?
Music and mythology, fire gods, astrology
Autoeroticology, are you coming out tonight?
Oh, be young, fall in love
Oh, be young, fall in love
Wandering away (sha-la-la, sha-la-la)
There's no wandering away (sha-la-la, sha-la-la)
From total and utter annihilation (sha-la-la, sha-la-ah)
You're wondering away (sha-la-la, sha-la-la)
When you're one degree away (sha-la-la, sha-la-la)
From total and utter annihilation (sha-la-la, sha-la-ah)
Oh, be young, fall in love
Oh, be young, fall in love
Writer(s): John Hassell, Peter Doherty, Gary Powell, Carl Barat
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com