Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brendon Urie
Piano
Jake Sinclair
Background Vocals
Kenneth Harris
Guitar
Sam Hollander
Background Vocals
Rob Mathes
Conductor
Suzy Shinn
Background Vocals
Eric Byers
Cello
Jacob Braun
Cello
Tim Gill
Cello
Caroline Dale
Cello
Steve Erdody
Cello
Brian Dembow
Viola
Peter Lale
Viola
Peter Slocombe
Saxophone
Ryan Dragon
Trombone
Mike Lizola Rocha
Trumpet
Bruce White
Viola
Jonathan Bradley
Trumpet
Robert Brophy
Viola
Shawn Mann
Viola
Zach Dellinger
Viola
Cathy Thompson
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Emlyn Singleton
Violin
Helen Nightengale
Violin
Jackie Hartley
Violin
Jessica Guideri
Violin
Morgan Jones
Saxophone
Julie Gigante
Violin
Katia Popov
Violin
Lisa Liu
Violin
Maya Magub
Violin
Peter Hanson
Violin
Rita Manning
Violin
Serena McKinney
Violin
Thomas Bowes
Violin
Warren Zielinski
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Tereza Stanislav
Violin
Jason Fabus
Saxophone
Rachel White
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Freedlander
Songwriter
Brendon Urie
Songwriter
Gary Lindsay
Songwriter
Jake Sinclair
Songwriter
Jenny Owen Youngs
Songwriter
Kenneth Harris
Songwriter
Maynard Ferguson
Songwriter
Sam Hollander
Songwriter
Steph Jones
Songwriter
Toby Wincorn
Songwriter
Rob Mathes
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Sinclair
Producer
Toby Wincorn
Co-Producer
Amber Jones
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Allgood
Mastering Engineer
Jason Moser
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Sacha Bambadji
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Steve Genewick
Recording Engineer
Suzy Shinn
Engineer
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Mixing Engineer
Rachel White
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Broadway is black like a sinkhole
Everyone raced to the suburbs
And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers
This is the oddest of summers
Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
Strange situations, I get anxious
Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
But pray that they don't call me thankless
My Tell-Tale Heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk tie tourniquet
This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna, I wanna go home
Oscars and Emmys and Grammys
Everyone here is a trophy
And I'm sipping bourbon
The future's uncertain
The past on the pavement below me
Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate
So unaware of my status
Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid
Designer me up in straight jackets
My Tell-Tale Heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk tie tourniquet
This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna, I wanna go home
Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire
If it's "Lord of the Flies" in my mind tonight
I don't know if I will survive
Lighters up if you're feeling me
Fade to black if you're not mine
'Cause I just need a sign or a signal inside
This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me a, roll me a blunt
This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna, I wanna go home
Oh-woah
Oh-woah
I wanna go home
Writer(s): Sam Hollander, Stephenie Nicole Jones, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Brendon Boyd Urie, Jennifer Owen Youngs, Kenneth Aaron Harris, Tobias Wincorn, Benjamin Freelander, Maynard Ferguson, Gary Lindsay
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