音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Game Theory
表演者
Angie Carlson
伴唱
Dan Vallor
伴唱
Eric Marshall
低音鼓
Jefferey Layton
伴唱
Lindsay Watson
声乐
Lori Bauer
伴唱
Michael Quercio
伴唱
Mitch Easter
吉他
Zach Smith
吉他
jozef Becker
声乐
作曲和作词
Scott Miller
作曲
制作和工程
Bob Geller
助理工程师
Mitch Easter
制作人
歌词
Cozify with the lip-tied mind
Beckmanns by the enlistment line
Got to be small when target times come
Got to be smart while acting dumb
Son I think your learning don't seem right
Sleep under the floor at night
Feeling sicko hang on sloop john
Ugliest trip I've ever been on
We'll follow those dreams we're going to have each
Small and literal, well within reach
And not a sicker fantasy dreamed of
No excuse for love
Trade all the forward brain for a needle of novocaine
Going to be reconciled
And when they give you an inch, you'll take the inch with a smile
Going to get hold and no one leaves
Going to get cold and most will freeze
Going to get folded into threes
Until you bend at the waist and the knees
Oh pal Joey, we're losers we know
It's written on our hair and clothes
We've seen the rings of smoke through the trees
We're how all the words go
Ollie and Stan for all seasons we know
I couldn't face this heaven alone
Agreement made this day with the undersigned (No one twisting his arm)
Company shall be referred to as 'special friend' (No one twisting his arm)
And shall not be held liable for moneys owed (No one twisting his arm)
The retired vaudeville performers guild or the American operatic wire recording archive society (No one twisting his arm)
And shall not be held liable for loss due to theft (No one twisting his arm)
Misplacement, impulse buying, poor sportsmanship (No one twisting his arm)
Birth of multi-headed infant, hubby red-faced after bizarre weight-loss ritual (No one twisting his arm)
It shall be remembered by the undersigned, no one wins by being unreasonable (No one twisting his arm)
Over the ceiling rain, and no place left that I know to drain
Cutting the signal flow
You can dress as you like, there's still no place you can go
Going to get hold and no one leaves
Going to get cold and most will freeze
Going to get folded into threes
Until you break at the waist and the knees
Fire across the temple and out the rear
Motor skill and low muscle stopped
No one knows how to make it stop
I hope I can wake up
Written by: Scott Miller
