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Creature Comfort
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Creature Comfort was released on May 29, 2025 by T.R.U.E. as a part of the album Creature Comfort - Single
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Release DateMay 29, 2025
LabelT.R.U.E.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM133

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sophia Lane Barger
Sophia Lane Barger
Vocals
Evan Fry
Evan Fry
Drums
Francis Green
Francis Green
Electric Bass Guitar
Maddox Mullins
Maddox Mullins
Guitar
Casey Waldbauer
Casey Waldbauer
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sophia Lane Barger
Sophia Lane Barger
Songwriter
Evan Fry
Evan Fry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Regan Lane
Regan Lane
Producer
Mark Simmons
Mark Simmons
Engineer
Todd Ensminger
Todd Ensminger
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

And this quote is about a young man
He was a young lawyer in New York
He'd married a beautiful girl
And they had a lovely daughter
And then suddenly
She died
And this is what he wrote
This was in his diary
Hey, hey
It was a hot young day in September
When the baby boy was born
Lost his mommy in a car crash
And his daddy's gone to war
He knew that he was destined to do something that was more
But he was pushing drugs
He was rotten to the core
Creature Comfort
No condolences
Gotta show up to whoever's poll it is
Hey, hey
It was a cold old day in June
When the rich man came to town
He said"Listen, boy, I ain't here to fuck around"
The boy said"Gosh, I ain't got my law degree"
And the rich man just replied"That shit don't matter to me"
Creature Comfort
No Condolences
Gotta show up to whoever's poll it is
Creature Comfort
They don't care
About your health or your wealth
So grow a fucking pair
Hey, hey
But it all came crashing down
When the rich man got cocky
The boy ain't gone to law school
And he gets real talky
Their secret is out
And the rich man is screwed
He tried to cheat the system
But God spat on his shoe
Creature Comfort
No condolences
Gotta show up to whoever's poll it is
Hey, hey
But what of the boy?
Well, the rich man don't care
He leaves him to fend for himself
Don't even spare a prayer
He's pushing
And drinking
Man, what a swine
He takes his bloodline down with him
While the rich man stays blind
Creature Comfort
No Condolences
Gotta show up to whoever's poll it is
Creature Comfort
They don't care
About your health or your wealth
So grow a fucking pair
Hey, hey
The rich man's in trouble
And he stands before the court
The senator, however
Likes the man's earnings report
He fucks his districts and his mistress
The justice system, too
He makes one call, and the rich man's free
Almost like brand-new
Creature Comfort
No Condolences
Gotta show up to whoever's poll it is
Creature Comfort
They don't care
About your health or wealth
So grow a fucking pair
Creature Comfort
No Condolences
Gotta show up to whoever's poll it is
Creature Comfort
They don't care
About your health or wealth
So grow a fucking pair
I have never obstructed justice (hey, hey)
I think, too, that I can say
That in my years of public life (hey, hey)
That I welcome this kind of examination (hey, hey)
Because people have got to know
Whether or not their president is a crook (hey, hey)
Well, I am not a crook
I've earned everything I've got
Written by: Evan Fry, Sophia Lane Barger
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