Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
Michael Cavanagh
Drums
Cook Craig
Vocals
Joseph Walker
Guitar
Lucas Harwood
Vocals
Stuart Mackenzie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter
Cook Craig
Songwriter
Lucas Harwood
Songwriter
Joseph Walker
Songwriter
Stuart Mackenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Carra
Mastering Engineer
Sam Joseph
Recording Engineer
Stuart Mackenzie
Producer
Lyrics
Whoo!
Butterflies, they begin to flutter now
Melting inside the popcorn butter brow
His shots are lined up, gotta love that clinking sound
Jess is cracking the whip to head down
Am I an offering to the gods in the ring?
Entertaining feasts fit for a king?
All the blood, the sweat, the tears that we put into everything
Year after year, we're still here
In this field of vision (field of vision)
We're seeing Cyclopean (Cyclopean)
In this field of vision (field of vision)
We don't need no religion
Still running blind after so many years
Surely, something's gotta give? (Whoo!)
Corneal conditions got me scrutinizing
I'm feeling like a horse on ket
Yeah, the thunder of the hooves
Run from a pack of wolves
The drumming of the limbs overtake the wind
Living in a field of vision
Big ride, leather-eyed, with a one-track mind
One race, one course, fly upon the metal horse
Goose for the sauce, get bruised, get loose
Attitude, blindfold me, I can see the music (whoo!)
Look at me (field of vision)
You and your orchid of eyes (Cyclopean)
Sight can sting (field of vision)
I'm thinking that it's harvest time, yeah
I lied to God
Faith dead, stage plot
Bird strike at height
I glide
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly billy
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly billy
I'm being a silly
I'm being a silly billy
I'm being a silly
Silly billy (whoo!)
Whoo!
One, two
Writer(s): Stuart Mackenzie, Nicholas Craig, Ambrose Kenny Smith, Joseph Walker, Michael Cavanagh, Lucas Harwood
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