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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pink Spiders
The Pink Spiders
Performer
Matt Friction
Matt Friction
Guitar
Jon Decious
Jon Decious
Bass Guitar
Bob Ferrari
Bob Ferrari
Drums
Dave Davidson
Dave Davidson
Performer
Jerry Harrison
Jerry Harrison
Performer
Benjamin Kalb
Benjamin Kalb
Performer
Roger Lent
Roger Lent
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Matthew Bell
John Matthew Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ric Ocasek
Ric Ocasek
Producer
Tom Lord-Alge
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Femio Hernandez
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, hey, this is everything today You've got nothing to complain about You've got nothing to say So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet, yeah 'Cause baby I'm not standin' in your way We could paint this city red Or we could drown it out in gray If Friday night is a bust, Saturday is a riot, yeah Oh Emily, oh, I love you for your apathy How you sell it in your diary It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy And you think you got it worse than me But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy Hey, hey, girl, you're driving me insane You're obnoxious when they're pretty You're ecstatic when they're plain But this is my design, this is my roller coaster, yeah And you said I won't be happy 'til I'm dead But I told you once before And girl I meant it when I said I don't wanna be close, I just wanna be closer, yeah Oh Emily, oh, I love you for your apathy How you sell it in your diary It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy And you think you got it worse than me But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy All alone and very ordinary When your duress is now your sanctuary You've got it wrong but I've never been the type To walk away so fast 'Cause there's no way out Until I shout Oh Emily, I only love you for your apathy How you sell it in your diary It's no secret, you can't die if your life's a mystery Emily, now you're starving for some sympathy And you think you got it worse than me But you'll see that you can't live if your life's a tragedy
Writer(s): Andy Bell (erasure) Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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