Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ash Kabosu
Bass Guitar
Joe Goldsmith
Guitar
Mark Boardman
Drums
William Gold
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Gold
Songwriter
Joe Goldsmith
Songwriter
Ash Kabosu
Songwriter
Mark Boardman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron Nesbitt
Producer
Lyrics
So what's it to you?
You're down another eight-ball
I haven't even got a cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to what you'll resort to
Singing, "chance, we ain't gonna hurt you"
When there's fuck-all else to do
You could eat the foam from the headrest
You could knock the wind out of my breath
You could kick the teeth into my head
There's no cause for concern
So what's it to you?
You're down another eight-ball
I haven't even got a cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to what you'll resort to
Singing, "chance, we ain't gonna hurt you"
When there's fuck-all else to do
You could eat the foam from the headrest
(I said there's no cause for-)
You could knock the wind out of my breath
(I said there's no cause for-)
And you could kick the teeth into my head
Still, there's no cause for concern
We ain't gonna hurt you
We ain't gonna hurt you
We ain't gonna hurt you
'Cause when there's fuck-all else to do
We could eat the foam from the headrest
(I said there's no cause for-)
You could suck the wind out of my breath
(I said there's no cause for-)
And you could kiss the teeth into my head
And still, there's no cause for concern
I said there's no cause for concern
Writer(s): Ashley Stevens, William Gold, Mark Boardman, Joseph Goldsmith
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