Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chrissie Hynde
Chrissie Hynde
Vocals
Adam Seymour
Adam Seymour
Guitar
Andy Hobson
Andy Hobson
Bass
Ivan McCready
Ivan McCready
Cello
Martin Chambers
Martin Chambers
Drums
Mark Adrian Smith
Mark Adrian Smith
Percussion
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Piano
John Metcalfe
John Metcalfe
Viola
Louisa Fuller
Louisa Fuller
Violin
Rich Koster
Rich Koster
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chrissie Hynde
Chrissie Hynde
Songwriter
John Metcalfe
John Metcalfe
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Producer
Stephen Street
Stephen Street
Producer

Lyrics

Everybody chokes
When they see someone cut down in their prime
It may not show when you look at me
But I know I'm in mine
I'm potent, baby, I'm potent
Dangerous to the naked eye
Rest your head on this bed of mother's pride
And find out why
Don't you wanna take me home?
Don't you wanna take me home?
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Bully boys don't bother me
I purse my lips and they run away
Guys like you who are gentle and true
Don't come around here everyday
I'm potent, baby, I'm potent
Just one swing of me would get most guys smashed
But a drop of yours makes me stagger and swerve
I guess I'm outclassed
Everybody chokes
When they see someone cut down in their prime
Take this plea to your heart
- lift me in mine
Don't you wanna take me home?
Don't you wanna take me home?
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Written by: Chrissie Hynde
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