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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Theory of a Deadman
Theory of a Deadman
Performer
Dave Brenner
Dave Brenner
Background Vocals
Dean Back
Dean Back
Background Vocals
Tyler Connolly
Tyler Connolly
Vocals
Joe Dandeneau
Joe Dandeneau
Background Vocals
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Hammond Organ
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christine Connolly
Christine Connolly
Songwriter
Dave Brenner
Dave Brenner
Songwriter
Dean Back
Dean Back
Songwriter
Joe Dandeneau
Joe Dandeneau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Connolly
Tyler Connolly
Additional Producer
Clem Cherry
Clem Cherry
Assistant Engineer
Jorge Arango Kure
Jorge Arango Kure
Assistant Engineer
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Producer
Dyre Gormsen
Dyre Gormsen
Engineer
Oskar Winberg
Oskar Winberg
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Scott Skrzynski
Scott Skrzynski
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

At school, they made fun of my clothes Had a matching shirt and slacks, yeah, my mom made those Rich kids smiling ear to ear Catch 'em saying, "Smells like broke in here" I'm getting paid, but it's hard to flex When you ain't got four zeros at the end of your checks My dad worked hard for a roof overhead He never got us gifts, he gave us love instead Never spoiled, yeah, I grew up right I always dreamed of a better life, fuck Ethan Couch killing people with his Benz, yeah He got stricken with the affluenza SoundCloud rapper, all silver and gold But he ain't got enough to buy a soul Get them Yeezys and cars for cash, ha Ain't got a dollar to wipe his ass We just buying things we can't afford and Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for All the things that we don't have? We're all so broke, yeah, face the facts, yeah Clippin' coupons for a family of four Minimum wage don't cut it anymore Single parents shopping clearance for a brand name So you can fit in and pretend you're doing okay Never growing up poor makes you strong Things are just things you won't miss when they're gone, yeah We're up against the sharp edge of a knife But tell me, hey, ain't that the life? We just buying things we can't afford and Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for All the things that we don't have? We're all so broke, yeah, face the facts, yeah We're all on welfare We're all on welfare Fourteen and there was nothing that could phase me When the worst thing in life was a brain freeze Look, Ma, no hands on my 10-speed Ghost riding down the street by the Mickey D's I'm waving at planes like they'd see me Telling wild stories like you'd ever believe me Couldn't pay a cop enough just to chase me Yeah, we never had a penny when you raised me We're all on welfare We're all on welfare Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? Ain't that the life? We're all on welfare Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? We're just buying things we can't afford and Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for All the things that we don't have? We're all so broke, yeah, face the facts Diamond rings and heated floors The high life sure don't love the poor 'Cause all the things that we don't have We're all so broke, yeah, face the facts Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? We're all on welfare Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? Ain't that the life? Ain't that the life, huh? We're all on welfare
Writer(s): David Brenner, Tyler Connolly, Joseph Dandeneau, Christine Connolly, Dean Back Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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