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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Drums
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Bass Guitar
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Lead Vocals
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Angelo Petraglia
Angelo Petraglia
Songwriter
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Producer
Kyle Johnson
Kyle Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jim Niper
Jim Niper
Assistant Engineer
Miles Wilson
Miles Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Leslie Richter
Leslie Richter
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Linder
Chuck Linder
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Ivy Skoff
Ivy Skoff
Producer

Lyrics

You know you could've been a wonder Taking your circus to the sky-y-y You couldn't take it on the tight rope No, you had to take it on the si-i-ide You always like it undercover Tucked in between your dirty shee-ee-eets But no one's even done nutting to ya And I'm between the hollers and the screa-ea-eams And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey" Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste Well, in the black of the night till the red morning light You got your cozy little corner All night you're jamming on your fee-ee-eet Hanging out just like a street sign And put a twenty dollar tri-i-ick I hear you're blowing like a feather And then they rub it in your fa-a-ace Oh, once they've had all their fun, hun You're at the bottom of the ca-a-age And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey" Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey" You're giving all your cinnamon away-ay That's not right Hey, hey, another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste Uh, hey, keep on giving away and giving it away, giving it away Hey, hey, you're giving all your cinnamon away-ay Hey, hey, you're giving all your cinnamon away Ah, hey, hey Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey" You're giving all your cinnamon away That's not right, aow Come on And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey" Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste In the black of the night till the red morning light And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey" You're giving all your cinnamon away-ay
Writer(s): Angelo T. Petraglia, Ivan Nathan Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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