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Fine
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Rock
Fine adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Merge Records tarafından 25 Eylül 2020 tarihinde yayınlandıGenerations
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Çıkış Tarihi25 Eylül 2020
FirmaMerge Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM103

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Butler
Will Butler
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Butler
Will Butler
Composer
Matt Bauder
Matt Bauder
Woodwind Arranger
Stuart Bogie
Stuart Bogie
Woodwind Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Butler
Will Butler
Producer
Mark Lawson
Mark Lawson
Mixing Engineer

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[Verse 1]
George Washington and all his slaves
They were hanging outside down by Tom Sawyer's cave
When Henry exclaimed, "George, sometimes you can be kind of a dick!"
And George put down his pipe, and he picked up his whip
He said, "Fine, fine, fine"
"It's fine, you've got me this time"
"I am yours, but you'll always be mine"
"Together, till the end of time"
[Verse 2]
I was born rich, three-quarters Protestant
With connections at Harvard and a wonderful work ethic
But when you walk on by on the cobblestones
With your high-heeled shoes and your face in your phone
And your glass of wine and your beautiful friends
I just hope and pray that the world will end
[Verse 3]
Oh, if God was a douche-bag on the thirty-third floor
Smoking fake cigarettes in a bathroom with a transparent door
Could I fall on my knees? Could I sing hallelu'?
Would he smile at me? Could I turn to him and say
"Fine, fine, fine"
"It's fine, you've got me this time"
"I am yours, but you'll always be mine"
"Together, till the end of time"
[Verse 4]
George Washington and all his friends
They were dying in the snow, they were praying for the end
When George, he turned to camera three
He was looking right at me
He said, "We're not dying for your love, son"
"We're dying to be free"
"And I know that freedom falters when it's built with human hands"
"But here's the sword my friends have given me"
"I've got no other plan"
I said, "George, I am sorry"
"I have treated you unlike my mother taught me"
And in this distance where I live like a pharaoh
I can claim that my life's on the straight and narrow
But I am grateful that my great-great-great-great-grandfather
Fought in the fields and escaped from the slaughter
And I am grateful that my great-great-great-grandmother
Worked her own fields and left them to her daughters
And when my grandfather went out in the clubs
He was greeted with kindness
He was greeted with love
With his beautiful family
He could go wherever he pleased
Find a pillow for his head, wipe the dust off his feet
If you write it all down, and you read real careful
I can tell that my life's more Zanzinger than Carroll
When I was born, I was wrapped in a sheet
I was laid in a crib, and the first time that I went to sleep
From the walls of the room in that hospital
So white came the ghosts of my family
They were great forms of light
And some of them were bloody
And some of them were clean
And they lay their hands on my head
And they started to sing
They sang, "Fine, fine, fine"
"It's fine, you've got me this time"
"I am yours, but you'll always be mine"
"Together, till the end of time"
Written by: Will Butler
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