Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sticky Fingers
Sticky Fingers
Performer
Seamus Coyle
Seamus Coyle
Electric Guitar
Patrick Cornwall
Patrick Cornwall
Electric Bass Guitar
Daniel Neurath
Daniel Neurath
Keyboards
Eric da silva Gruener
Eric da silva Gruener
Drums
Dylan Frost
Dylan Frost
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taras Hrubyj-Piper
Taras Hrubyj-Piper
Songwriter
Seamus Coyle
Seamus Coyle
Songwriter
Patrick Cornwall
Patrick Cornwall
Songwriter
Daniel Neurath
Daniel Neurath
Songwriter
Eric da silva Gruener
Eric da silva Gruener
Songwriter
Dylan Frost
Dylan Frost
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taras Hrubyj-Piper
Taras Hrubyj-Piper
Producer

Lyrics

Another week I missed the turn off, holiday When nothing seems to make you better At least I'll take my shirt off New shoes and punching bag to the face It's new years and there's not much more I can take I got my game on Rip it like a chainsaw Upper echelon Rip it like a chainsaw Upper echelon Rip it like a chainsaw Upper echelon A full clip but I missed it Lean on my cane Maybe I should take it slow Heaven spent let it roll Maybe I will never know Watch them dance sliding on Read it off the back Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams Waiting in the car All alone off your phone in the backstreet We took a bump that was given On the road easy living And it stoned me Got your pictures out the frame But the memory remains Yeah you stoned me It strikes anywhere Available, go figure, mother funk In a living nightmare Imma sit tight With my head unclear So break my fall into virtue Showers of money dribbling out the walls I think I'm coming up mil house Breaking through the battered bricks Laughing at the characters Oh with demonic flows, demonic flows The flowers grow Break the chronicle I lapse, they climb I fall I drop deuterium wasted The "say so" They "say so" I say no Maybe I should take it slow Heaven spent let it roll Maybe I will never know Watch them dance sliding on I've had it Being an addict Matter of fact I'm even badder than I was before But it make you feel awesome Boredom inside me no more There is no such thing as perfect security Only varying levels of insecurity Guns drown I'm flipping it I put it to your face I can taste you're gone Rip it like a chainsaw Upper echelon Rip it like a chainsaw Upper echelon Rip it like a chainsaw Upper echelon A full clip but I missed it Lean on my cane Read it off the back Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams Waiting in the car All alone off your phone in the backstreet We took a bump that was given On the road easy living And it stoned me Got your pictures out the frame But the memory remains Yeah you stoned me Read it off the back Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams Waiting in the car All alone off your phone in the backstreet We took a bump that was given On the road easy living And it stoned me Got your pictures out the frame But the memory remains Yeah you stoned me I'm ignorant Educate To the street The facts of life What you gonna do now? I sway to your motion I'm ignorant Educate To the street The facts of life What you gonna do now? I sway to your motion Another week I missed the turn off, holiday When nothing seems to make you better At least ill take my shirt off
Writer(s): Daniel Neurath, Dylan Frost, Eric Da Silva Gruener, Patrick Cornwall, Seamus Coyle, Sticky Fingers, Taras Hrubyj-piper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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