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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards
Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards
Lead Vocals
Ethan Neel
Ethan Neel
Drums
James Thompson
James Thompson
Bass Guitar
Chris Gordon Lashley
Chris Gordon Lashley
Electric Guitar
Daniel Lee McGinn
Daniel Lee McGinn
Trumpet
Ben Wood
Ben Wood
Trumpet
Logan From
Logan From
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Garrett
Jonathan Garrett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards
Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards
Producer

Lyrics

Don't tell me settle, settle down, settle down They're making waves in the streets, in the towns Don't be fooled, they know the way to make you all resound Sing the praises, sing the lines, sing the hymns You think the worst that they could do is him? Well he may be the CIC, but that's not where it ends The Gestapo don't ask, They just round up by class, and they fend for their own Don't be sad, don't be lonely, it's bad But you'll never really be alone A crafted masterpiece the media disperse Give you a hero and then take him in a hearse Lift you up, and throw him down, just like they rehearsed God only knows what the bastards choose to preach Design a model, not to heal, not to teach To pacify and glorify the makings of the leach The Gestapo don't ask, they just round up by class And they fend for their own Don't be sad, don't be lonely, it's bad But you'll never really be alone
Writer(s): James Thompson, Jonathan Xavier Garrett, Christopher Gordon Lashley, Benjamin Wood, Ethan Neel, Logan From, Daniel Mcginn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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