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Efilnikufesin (N.F.L.)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Benante
Charlie Benante
Drums
Danny Spitz
Danny Spitz
Lead Guitar
Frank Bello
Frank Bello
Bass Guitar
Joey Belladonna
Joey Belladonna
Lead Vocals
Scott Ian
Scott Ian
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Bello
Frank Bello
Songwriter
Scott Ian
Scott Ian
Songwriter
Charlie Benante
Charlie Benante
Songwriter
Joey Belladonna
Joey Belladonna
Songwriter
Danny Spitz
Danny Spitz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthrax
Anthrax
Producer
Eddie Kramer
Eddie Kramer
Producer
Chip Schane
Chip Schane
Assistant Engineer
Chris Rutherford
Chris Rutherford
Engineer
Francis McSweeney
Francis McSweeney
Assistant Engineer
George Marino
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Paul Hammington
Paul Hammington
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It started back in high school So cool, king of the scene You found that making people laugh Was more than just a dream The public took right to you Like flies to a pile of shit So funny and smart, so talented But success just couldn't fit Wasting your life no future is bright Dancing on your grave Living like a slave, someone should've said... NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL Wake up dead in a plywood bed Six feet from the rest of your life And when you couldn't see your own dependency NFL, nice fuckin' life The whole world is your playground Yet you couldn't find your niche Your only friends, it helps you through Helps you dig your daily ditch The bottom line can't touch you 'Cause you're above the rest But your little friend's the enemy And the bottom line is death Wasting your life no future is bright Dancing on your grave Living like a slave, someone should've said NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL Wake up dead in a plywood bed Six feet from the rest of your life And when you couldn't see your own dependency NFL, nice fuckin' life You lived a life of excess God damn shame it's such a waste Just one too many cookies From the batch no one should taste Yet his memory stills stays with us 'Cause watching him was fun Too bad that things weren't different Who knows what he'd have done Wasting your life no future is bright Dancing on your grave Living like a slave, someone should've said NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL NFL, Efilnikufesin NFL Wake up dead in a plywood bed Six feet from the rest of your life And when you couldn't see your own dependency NFL, nice fuckin' life
Writer(s): Charlie L. Benante, Daniel Alan Spitz, Frank Joseph Bello, Scott Ian Rosenfeld, Joseph A. Bellardini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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