Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Keyboards
Jon Theodore
Jon Theodore
Drums
Joshua Homme
Joshua Homme
Lead Vocals
Michael Shuman
Michael Shuman
Bass Guitar
Troy Van Leeuwen
Troy Van Leeuwen
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Composer
Jon Theodore
Jon Theodore
Composer
Joshua Homme
Joshua Homme
Songwriter
Michael Shuman
Michael Shuman
Composer
Troy Van Leeuwen
Troy Van Leeuwen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Queens of the Stone Age
Queens of the Stone Age
Producer
Joshua Homme
Joshua Homme
Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Mark Rankin
Mark Rankin
Mixing Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer
Robert Stevenson
Robert Stevenson
Engineer
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Engineer
Davey Latter
Davey Latter
Drum Technician
Greg White
Greg White
Assistant Engineer
Matt Zivich
Matt Zivich
Guitar Technician
Salar Rajabnik
Salar Rajabnik
Guitar Technician
Wayne Faler
Wayne Faler
Guitar Technician

Lyrics

Climb that ladder You gotta hold your tongue You better turn a blind eye 'fore they take your other one Kneel and bow Take your licks You gotta swallow your pride Hope success comes quick Back that up Run like a rabbit, as fast as you can 'Cause we all trade for what we want Is what you get worth you gave up? If you're alright Then you're made to parade After years at the company winning From the high horse you will ride You will look down at the peasantry Kill themselves to make you smile Slake your thirst, bitches Come get what you deserve Kill the very last whale aboard a yacht of fur Binge and purge I did not notice the weight of the chains till they're cut from me How'd I drag them for so long? Drain the ocean All I am is what you mean to me How I love you above all What you worship is your god You're sure to be a winner, babe Give your best years away To a bloated corporation Who'll work you like a slave Best think twice Oh I, oh I don't know what time it was I just felt so young With a brand new page In the morning sun So you're made to parade with the mess you made? Well, by all means If I followed you, I'd be lost too, that can never be So you're made to parade with the mess you made? Well, float away If I followed you, I'd be lost too, that can never be
Writer(s): Jon Theodore, Michael Shuman, Dean Fertita, Joshua Homme, Troy Van Leeuwen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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