Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Rolling Stones
Исполнитель
Mick Jagger
Вокал
Keith Richards
Гитара
Ron Wood
Гитара
Steve Jordan
Барабаны
Darryl Jones
Бас
Matt Clifford
Клавишные инструменты
Chanelle Haynes
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Mick Jagger
Автор песен
Keith Richards
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Andrew Watt
Продюсер
Michael Brauer
Миксинг-инженер
Nathaniel Hawkins
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Jim Ragus
Инженер
Matt Colton
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
[Intro]
Shattered
Ha, sha-doobie, shattered, shattered
Ha, sha-doobie, shattered, shattered
Ha, sha-doobie, shattered, shattered
Ha, sha-doobie
[Verse 1]
And life and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me
I'm shattered
[Chorus]
Shattered
Ha, sha-doobie
[Verse 2]
And friends are so alarming and my lover's never charming
And life's just a cocktail party on the streets
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
[Verse 3]
Laughter, joy and loneliness
That's what makes our town the best
Laughter, joy and Johnny B.
Are still surviving on the streets
Look at me
I'm shattered
[Chorus]
Ha, sha-doobie
Ha, sha-doobie
[Verse 4]
And all this chitter-chatter
Chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Schmatta, schmatta, schmatta
I can't give it away on Seventh Avenue
This town's wearing tatters
Yeah
Go
[Verse 5]
Work and work for love and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Aren't you hungry for success?
Success and sex and sex
Yeah
Does it matter?
[Chorus]
Ha, sha-doobie, shattered, shattered
Ha, sha-doobie, shattered, shattered
Ha, sha-doobie, shattered, shattered (The bridge, 1, 2, 3, 4)
[Verse 6]
Look at me
Shattered
Look at me
I'm shattered
Look at me
Shattered
Look at me
Go
[Verse 7]
And pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams
Are still surviving on my street
Look at me
I'm shattered
Look at me
Shattered
My brain's been battered
You know my brain's been splattered all over Manhattan
[Chorus]
Ha, sha-doobie
Ha, sha-doobie
Ha, sha-doobie
Ha, sha-doobie
[Verse 8]
Don't you know the crime rate's going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough
We got rats on the West Side, yeah, bedbugs Uptown
Yeah, what a mess! This town's in tatters
I've been shattered
My brain's been splattered all over Manhattan
[Chorus]
Ha
Ha, sha-doobie
Ha, sha-doobie
Yeah, ha, sha-doobie
[Verse 9]
All my friends, they come around
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it up
Pile it up on a platter
Written by: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger