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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Terrys
The Terrys
Performer
Jacob Finch
Jacob Finch
Lead Vocals
Lukas Anderson
Lukas Anderson
Electric Guitar
Benjamin Salvatori
Benjamin Salvatori
Electric Guitar
Cameron Cooper
Cameron Cooper
Drums
Trent Cooper
Trent Cooper
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Finch
Jacob Finch
Songwriter
Lukas Anderson
Lukas Anderson
Songwriter
Benjamin Salvatori
Benjamin Salvatori
Songwriter
Cameron Cooper
Cameron Cooper
Songwriter
Trent Cooper
Trent Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Nigro
Jack Nigro
Producer
Anton Hagop
Anton Hagop
Mixing Engineer
George Georgiadis
George Georgiadis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm a soldier in this culture Fly high vulture till my days over And I'm not stopping till I'm done A quitter ain't me, I never backed down once I do it for the ones who skip their lunch I do it for the one who sipped on punch I do it for everyone who lives for fun So come on darling I know that you're the one Like oh no look at the odds It's a ten to one they're a bunch of dogs Remember when we played hopscotch In the school yard now we drink them hops Like oh no look at the odds It's a ten to one they're a bunch of dogs Remember when we played hopscotch In the school yard now we drink them hops Drink up that poison with the boys And melt away so we aren't frozen And you ain't stopping till you drop A quitter ain't you, no you never stop I do it for the one who sipped on punch I do it for the ones who skip their lunch I do it for everyone who lives for fun So come on darling I know that you're the one Like oh no look at the odds It's a ten to one they're a bunch of dogs Remember when we played hopscotch In the school yard now we drink them hops Like oh no look at the odds It's a ten to one they're a bunch of dogs Remember when we played hopscotch In the school yard now we drink them hops Remember pop said fair dinkum Jakey boy what's with all that drinking? You can't piss away your life I don't wanna see you get in that strife Don't worry bout me Ed I've got my mates One day the Terrys will be a household name Don't worry pops I've got my bruvs And I know that you're watching from above Like oh no look at the odds It's a ten to one they're a bunch of dogs Remember when we played hopscotch In the school yard now we drink them hops Like oh no look at the odds It's a ten to one they're a bunch of dogs Oh no look at the odds like oh no look at the odds Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Motherfucker just do what you want Do what you want Do what you want Do what you want
Writer(s): Benjamin Salvatori, Cameron Cooper, Jacob Finch, Lukas Anderson, Trent Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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