Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Young Guns
Young Guns
Исполнитель
Gustav Wood
Gustav Wood
Вокал
John Taylor
John Taylor
Гитара
Fraser Taylor
Fraser Taylor
Гитара
Simon Mitchell
Simon Mitchell
Бэк-вокал
Ben Jolliffe
Ben Jolliffe
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Gustav Wood
Gustav Wood
Композитор
John Taylor
John Taylor
Композитор
Fraser Taylor
Fraser Taylor
Композитор
Simon Mitchell
Simon Mitchell
Композитор
Ben Jolliffe
Ben Jolliffe
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Steve Osborne
Steve Osborne
Продюсер
Dan Austin
Dan Austin
Инженер
Jamie Home
Jamie Home
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Adrian Bushby
Adrian Bushby
Миксинг-инженер
Rich Morales
Rich Morales
Мастеринг-инженер
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Мастеринг-инженер
Gentry Studer
Gentry Studer
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

We're all alone, we're all bastard sons
Been cast aside from the world above.
We practice dark arts and open casket love
We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun
and when we pray we feel one way love
I know it's so tough when you look but can't touch so
Please
Give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
My heart can't shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don't bow down when you could be rising up
We're in love with defeat
And we march to the beat
But I know what I've seen's not out of reach
So give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
My heart can't shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don't bow down when you could be rising up
We're alone we're all bastard sons
Been cast aside from the world above
We practice dark arts and open casket love
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
My heart can't shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don't bow down when you could be rising up
Written by: Ben Jolliffe, Fraser Taylor, Gustav Wood, John Taylor, Simon Mitchell
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