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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The 1975
The 1975
Performer
George Daniel
George Daniel
Drums
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Guitar
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Bass
Jamie Squire
Jamie Squire
Keyboards
John Waugh
John Waugh
Saxophone
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Vocals
Polly Money
Polly Money
Guitar
Rebekah Rayner
Rebekah Rayner
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Songwriter
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Songwriter
George Daniel
George Daniel
Songwriter
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The 1975
The 1975
Producer
Oli Jacobs
Oli Jacobs
Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She had a face straight outta magazine God only knows, but you'll never leave her Her balaclava is starting to chafe And when she gets his gun He's begging "Babe, stay, stay Stay, stay, stay" "And I'll give you one more time We'll give you one more fight Said one more line Will I know you?" Now if you never shoot, you'll never know And if you never eat, you'll never grow You got a pretty kind of dirty face And when she's leaving your home She's begging you to stay, stay (let me hear you loud) Stay, stay, stay "And I'll give you one more time We'll give you one more fight Said one more line There'll be a riot, 'cause I know" (Hey) Well, now that you've got your gun It's much harder now the police have come And I'll shoot him if it's what you ask But if you'd just take off your mask You'd find out that everything's gone wrong (Let me hear you!) Now everybody's dead And they're driving past my old school And he's got his gun, he's got his suit on She says, "Babe, you look so cool" You look so cool You look so cool You look so cool, hey! (one more time) You look so cool (one more fight) You look so cool (one more line, 'cause I know you) Thank you so much everybody still here I can see you guys How you feelin' up top? How you feelin' on this side? How you feelin' on this side? How you feelin' on the floor? Wow It's called crowd work It's a lot easier when you're just slinkin' around You don't have to do comedy You havin' a good night? There's a debate whether we're drinkin' real alcohol Now we draw the line at fake alcohol We are- we are hammered And I don't know how long we can sustain it I- I forgot that you feel, you feel like shit a lot Alright, this is a sad song, but I'm fucking over it to be honest
Writer(s): Matthew Healy, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, George Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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