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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Smith
Vocals
Eric Bass
Bass
Barry Kerch
Drums
Zach Myers
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Smith
Songwriter
Dave Bassett
Songwriter
Eric Bass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Bass
Producer
Ricky Sanders
Drum Technician
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Mind clouded, losing vision
Thoughts racing, but the head won't listen
Add it up, it's just division
Nails scratching down a chalkboard prison
Who are you? Contemplated
Your personality will be rated
Bad impressions, don't debate it
Hate to love it, love to hate it
Dance, kid, dance
Dance, kid, dance
My social skills are wearing off
My phobias are at a loss
Don't call me crazy
That's how they made me
My education's wearing off
My generation's getting soft
Brain sick and so bored
That's what you're built for
The fever might put you in a trance
But the pills will make you dance
The pills will make you dance
School bells seal the borders
Playground's in complete disorder
Call it hell, call it mortar
A side hustle, doctor's orders
Dance, kid, dance (dance, kid, dance)
Dance, kid, dance
My social skills are wearing off
My phobias are at a loss
Don't call me crazy
That's how they made me
My education's wearing off
My generation's getting soft
Brain sick and so bored
That's what you're built for
The fever might put you in a trance
But the pills will make you dance
The pills will make you dance
Pick it up
Dance, kid, dance
My social skills are wearing off
My phobias are at a loss
Don't call me crazy
That's how they made me
My education's wearing off
My generation's getting soft
Brain sick and so bored
That's what you're built for
The fever might put you in a trance
But the pills will make you
The pills will make you dance
The pills will make you dance
So run while you have the chance
Dance, kid, dance, right?
Writer(s): Dave Bassett, Eric Bass, Brent Smith
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