Music Video
Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dean Fertita
Keyboards
Joshua Homme
Guitar
Michael Shuman
Bass Guitar
Troy Van Leeuwen
Guitar
Jon Theodore
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Fertita
Composer
Joshua Homme
Songwriter
Jon Theodore
Composer
Michael Shuman
Composer
Troy Van Leeuwen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Rankin
Engineer
Mark Ronson
Producer
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer
Caesar Edmunds
Mixing Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Justin Smith
Assistant Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
The kid who wants some of the pretties in life
Tried shortcuts but those are myths
Despite
The first hands, the backhands, the bruises, the bites
The painful spoonful the hustle invites
Speak of me and I'll appear
Right here
Hideaway
Hideaway
I'm all dressed up, no one left to blow
Addiction to friction leaves you raw
Left with the taste of flesh and bone
It's a beautiful day in the USA
I requires a pupil and I'm sure
It's yours
Hideaway
Hideaway
You'll stay fast and lonely
Never ever need to run and hide from me
New prey, soft and easy, tangled forever in my arms
You'll feel love
Innocence is what you lose
Like keys and dreams and old tattoos
With one quick twist love turns to scar
Cruising the bruises in my car
Catch the keys, take the wheel and drive, for a while
Hideaway
Hideaway
You'll stay fast and lonely
Never ever need to run and hide from me
New prey, soft and easy, tangled forever in my arms
You owe me everything
You owe me everything
You'll feel love
You'll you feel love
Hold my hand
You'll feel love
You'll feel love
You'll feel love
Who needs love?
Writer(s): Michael Shuman, Dean Fertita, Joshua Homme, Troy Van Leeuwen
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