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Hot Milk - OVER YOUR DEAD BODY (Official Visualiser)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Hot Milk
Hot Milk
Исполнитель
James Shaw
James Shaw
Гитара
Harry Fausing Smith
Harry Fausing Smith
Струнные инструменты
Hannah Mee
Hannah Mee
Вокал
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Ударные инструменты
Harry Deller
Harry Deller
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
James Shaw
James Shaw
Композитор
Hannah Mee
Hannah Mee
Композитор
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Композитор
Curtis Peoples
Curtis Peoples
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
James Shaw
James Shaw
Продюсер
Harry Fausing Smith
Harry Fausing Smith
Инженер звукозаписи
Philip Strand
Philip Strand
Миксинг-инженер
Jim Pinder
Jim Pinder
Инженер звукозаписи
Grant Berry
Grant Berry
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

You're the Jesus of nowhere, mistaken grandeur A fuckin' twat that stabbed my back and screwed me over Do us a favour and disappear You think you walk on water, but it's piss all over your shoes See you next Tuesday, I'm on a rampage A hungry hypocrite that played me like a board game Liar, liar, you're on fire, roll you up and make me higher I'm broken, blue and bruised 'cause I'm waking from the nightmares of you You know how the story goes, true colours they always show Always said that you'd die for me But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Drag me out of my misery But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Dead-dead, dead-dead Over your dead body Dead-dead, dead-dead Over your dead body What a cheapskate using your mates Does acting like a fake not hurt? Your conscience like a toothache I guess you don't care, a living nightmare You think in Piccadilly's gutter, you'll find fountains of youth? Unholy, you're problematic All this shit, so operatic Oh, no, this might be overdramatic But I think that I've had it So it's time to go manic 'cause you Always said that you'd die for me But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Drag me out of my misery But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Dead-dead, dead-dead Over your dead body Dead-dead, dead-dead Over your dead body You're the messiah of lies Read from the bible of the antichrist Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead-dead I know you're better off Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead-dead I know you're better off dead Always said that you'd die for me But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Drag me out of my misery But I won't lose sleep over your dead body Dead-dead, dead-dead Over your dead body Dead-dead, dead-dead Over your dead body
Writer(s): Erik Ron, Curtis James Peoples, Hannah Jade Mee, James Alexander Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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