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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christian Mazzalai
Christian Mazzalai
Guitar
Deck d'Arcy
Deck d'Arcy
Bass Guitar
The Arcysian Vocal Ensemble
The Arcysian Vocal Ensemble
Vocal Ensemble
The Hector Berlioz Choir
The Hector Berlioz Choir
Choir
Jean Claude Soubeyrand
Jean Claude Soubeyrand
Choir Conductor
Laurent Brancowitz
Laurent Brancowitz
Guitar
Noe Efira
Noe Efira
Lead Guitar
Eddie Efira
Eddie Efira
Pedal Steel Guitar
Thomas Mars
Thomas Mars
Vocals
Pedro Winter
Pedro Winter
Synthesizer
The Love Choral Society
The Love Choral Society
Screams
Bryce de la Menardiere
Bryce de la Menardiere
Zither
Marlon
Marlon
Drums
Morgan Nicholls
Morgan Nicholls
Hammond Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Mazzalai
Christian Mazzalai
Songwriter
FREDERIC MOULIN
FREDERIC MOULIN
Songwriter
LAURENT MAZZALAI
LAURENT MAZZALAI
Songwriter
THOMAS CROQUET
THOMAS CROQUET
Songwriter
Deck d'Arcy
Deck d'Arcy
Songwriter
Laurent Brancowitz
Laurent Brancowitz
Songwriter
Thomas Mars
Thomas Mars
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philippe Zdar
Philippe Zdar
Mixing Engineer
Alex Firla
Alex Firla
Producer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer
Phoenix
Phoenix
Producer
Stephane "Alf" Briat
Stephane "Alf" Briat
Producer

Lyrics

Hopeful days and stormy nights I ain't got much to win, not much to lose Under the burden of my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground Lonely streets and dusty roads Lord it's a long way to go back home Under the burden of your heart of stone You shrug your shoulders as I decompose Please keep a eye on those red haired boys Someday they'll play drum with my shinbones Now your chewing-gum on my coffin Take me where I long to be I can't believe that you want me to wear The evening tails that will fit my corpse I don't need a tuxedo There's no bouncer in the after world I only just left my dying bed and Your making curtains out of my shroud Don't you dig my grave with some excavator Use a blood stained sword and a snow-white horse, please A last ride in the city's hearse Few miles away from heaven above A few more minutes 'till they bury me A few more weeks 'till worms lick my bones I won't enjoy my collection of stamps Now I'm five feet under the ground Stormy days and lonely nights Lord it's a long way to go back home All the boys raise your hands up in the air (yeah) Now all the girls raise your hands up in the air (yeah) Everybody one more time (yeah) Let's all have a real good time together One, two, three, let's go Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Tonight's the night girls, yeah Come on, let's get all antsy Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance You seem so glad my place is free Now you're dancing on my grave What a cruel way to treat a friend Live my life in dignity Well I must confess Looking for a place Everybody has to demonstrate And everybody has to see you wait Thinking of a real way to see What matters is the love that you give Remember all the thing that you've seen Does another go and never seen Nothing in my forgotten years Life got a little serious Give me real self-esteem It's buried in my P-A-S-T Give a lot, a whole lot recieved Heaven-sent T.N.T. Uh, can't go further, losing I cant go losing my mind Remember all the game have I tried Buried in my P-A-S-T We call love late at day Late at night I dropped in hate Dropping in a heaven fantasy Heaven knows what I'm gonna do Living in a lonesome avenue Done in the P-A-S-T Go without the love I receive K-A-R-I-E E-L-E-I-S-O-N Mmm, everybody, has got to demonstrate Everybody has a T-I-U He has things you'd never do Thinking in a real avenue What matters is the love that you give Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance Funky square dance, funky square dance, funky square dance
Writer(s): Laurent Mazzalai, Thomas Croquet, Frederic Moulin, Christian Mazzalai Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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