Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Angels
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Brewster
Composer
NEESON
Composer
John Brewster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Brewster
Producer
Rick Brewster
Producer
Greg Clifford
Mixing Engineer
Jarred Nettle
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Do not panic, remain calm, move to the exits
Barefooted could've-beens, playing snakes and ladders, climbing up the gravel walk
Welcome them inside and you watch their words collide as they try to talk
Show them the door to the cold star chamber, they say, "After you"
Then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind, held by a thumbscrew
That's you
Yeah, you
Oh, that's you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Spare me the dose of the Roneoed wisdom that you think is so new
'Cause good all faith's making monkeys out of small-time flunkies like you
That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world
Waiting for the world to come to you
Show them the doors to the cold star chamber, they say, "After you"
Then they all take turns waving flags, playing mastermind, held by a thumbscrew
Spare me the dose of the Roneoed wisdom that you think is so new
'Cause good old faith's making monkeys out of small-time flunkies like you
That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world to come to you
That's you
Yeah, you
Waiting for the world
Waiting for the world
Waiting, waiting
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Written by: John Brewster, NEESON, Rick Brewster