Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deaf Heart
Deaf Heart
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Lichtag
Thomas Lichtag
Songwriter
Michael Vácha
Michael Vácha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Lichtag
Thomas Lichtag
Producer
Michael Vácha
Michael Vácha
Producer

Lyrics

Spit it out your mouth
Give me a lift
Just don’t give a shit
You’ll get your damned prize horse
when you’re ready for it
Can’t understand what you say
You about to slip back in the k-hole
Running like a little rabbit
Too many friends
waiting to suck on your blood
They make the cut
inches from the jugular
I’m giving up
Giving zero fucks
I did not ask to be
brought into the world
Baby, you are cold as ice
See me off through the night
Just gold in disguise
Baby, you are cold as ice
You’re icey cold
Show me one thing that doesn’t suck
I spill the riches of the world
over fire like a dump truck
Wish you best of luck
You don’t deserve a thing that you own
No really, Buona Fortuna baby
Too many friends
waiting to suck on your blood
They make the cut
inches from the jugular
I’m giving up
Giving zero fucks
I did not ask to be
brought into the world
Baby, you are cold as ice
See me off through the night
Just gold in disguise
Baby, you are cold as ice
You’re icey cold
Written by: Michael Vácha, Thomas Lichtag
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