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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Burkheiser
Brian Burkheiser
Vocals
Steve Menoian
Steve Menoian
Electric Guitar
Eric Vanlerberghe
Eric Vanlerberghe
Vocals
Dylan Bowman
Dylan Bowman
Electric Guitar
Gabe Helguera
Gabe Helguera
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Smyth
Tyler Smyth
Songwriter
Brian Burkheiser
Brian Burkheiser
Songwriter
Steve Menoian
Steve Menoian
Songwriter
Eric Vanlerberghe
Eric Vanlerberghe
Songwriter
Jon Eberhard
Jon Eberhard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Smyth
Tyler Smyth
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah-oh, ugh! There's a million fucking reasons that you got it bad But everybody's leaving in a body bag, go! Save your problems for somebody else who gives a damn 'Cause you won't find me waiting at your promised land, no! Oh, you think you got it bad? I'm telling you to bite down and face it You're never gonna do much or change shit When all you say is "Fuck that" and "Fuck this" Don't let them save you from yourself Lights out, embrace it Your heart is beating faster, it's racing And still you go on and on and on and on Oh, my God, just shut your fucking mouth! Bring it, on Only one of us gets through, two in, one out, and it's not you Run for your life, there's nothing you can do, oh Necks snap when I show up, I say one word, and it blows up Run for your life, I'm taking what's mine, and your time has come I'm telling you to bite down and face it You're never gonna do much or change shit When all you say is "Fuck that" and "Fuck this" Don't let them save you from yourself Lights out, embrace it Your heart is beating faster, it's racing And still you go on and on and on and on Oh, my God, just shut your fucking mouth There'll be no second coming There'll be no lessons learned All hail the king of nothing Behold your empire of dirt, oh, fuck Behold your empire of dirt So, tell me what it's like at the bottom Bodies stacking up, and you're soon to be forgotten I gave you what you wanted, got the whole world watching Just to see me drive the last nail in the coffin, yeah All hail There'll be no second coming All hail All hail the king of nothing You think you got it bad? Well, you're leaving in a body bag I'm telling you to bite down and face it You're never gonna do much or change shit When all you say is "Fuck that" and "Fuck this" Don't let them save you from yourself Lights out, embrace it Your heart is beating faster, it's racing As still you go on and on and on and on Oh, my God, just shut your fucking mouth There's a million fucking reasons that you got it bad But everybody's leaving in a body bag
Writer(s): Stephen Menoian, Brian Burkheiser, Richard Vanlerberghe, Tyler Smyth, Jon Eberhardt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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