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