Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Distillers
The Distillers
Performer
Brody Dalle
Brody Dalle
Vocals
Ryan Sinn
Ryan Sinn
Bass
Andy Granelli
Andy Granelli
Drums
Tony Bradley
Tony Bradley
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brody Dalle
Brody Dalle
Songwriter
The Distillers
The Distillers
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Whalley
Tom Whalley
Executive Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Gil Norton
Gil Norton
Producer

Lyrics

And now, my heart, it sings suicide
And now, my gallow stain of red dye
And now, my death march brings tear to your eye
And now, the noose, it sways when you die
What a surprise
Whoa, what a surprise
What is the price?
What is the prize? Hey!
What a surprise
Whoa, what a surprise
What is the price?
What is the prize? Hey!
And now, my heart it splits when you dumb my eyes
And now, my gallow stain of red dye
And now, the noose, it smiles when you lie
And now, my womb, it licks when you dig deep inside
What a surprise
Whoa, what a surprise
What is the price?
What is the prize? Hey!
What a surprise
Whoa, what a surprise
What is the price?
What is the prize? Hey!
Do you do it? Whoa, yeah
Do you feed it? Whoa, yeah, yeah
Do you sell it? Whoa, yeah
Do you need it? Whoa, yeah, yeah
In the sun, the willows give you shade
Oh hey, how they hang like a guillotine blade in the sun
In the sun, the willows give you shade
Oh hey, how they hang like a guillotine blade in the sun
Like a blade in the sun
Like a blade...
What a surprise
Whoa, whoa, what a surprise, what a surprise, yes
Whoa, whoa, what a surprise, what a surprise
Whoa, whoa, what a surprise, what a surprise
Whoa, whoa, what a surprise, shit
Written by: Brody Dalle
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