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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Джимми Юрин
Вокал
Данн, Дженнифер
Барабаны
Лин-З
Бас
Steve Righ?
Steve Righ?
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
James Euringer
James Euringer
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Gary Go
Gary Go
Дополнительный инженер
Greg Reely
Greg Reely
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
JC Charvet
JC Charvet
Дополнительный инженер
Джимми Юрин
Продюсер
Machine
Machine
Миксинг-инженер
Sal Mormando
Sal Mormando
Инженер звукозаписи
Will Quinell
Will Quinell
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Beat me up, beat me down Mess me up beyond all recognition For what it's worth, I'd do it again With no consequence, I will do it again Hard up, so hunt me down, down, down Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the crowd Yo, yo, yo, word My tendency's never returned Received like a big fat jerk A bit silly, but not absurd Criminal, that's what I heard Thinking thoughts that's most impure So everything's splendid, sure I'm just there to injure On the fence, the consequence What do they know about that? On the track, ahead of the pack What do they know about that? I'm quite depressed, I'm quite a mess Beat me up, beat me down Mess me up beyond all recognition For what it's worth, I'd do it again With no consequence, I will do it again Hard up, so hunt me down, down, down Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the crowd Yo, yo, yo, word My tendency's never returned Received like a big fat jerk I been silly, but not absurd Criminal, that's what I heard Tell ya thoughts that's most impure So everything's splendid, sure I'm just there to injure On the fence, the consequence What do they know about that? On the track, ahead of the pack What do they know about that? I'm quite depressed, I'm quite a mess (Hey) someone to stab in the back (Hey) someone to fall through the crack (Hey) someone to punch in the face (Hey) someone to fall through the crack Written all over my face Written all over my face Written all over my face Written all over my face Written all over my face Written all over my face Written all over my face Written all over my face! Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the ground Yo, yo, yo, word My tendency's never returned Received like a big fat jerk I been silly, but not absurd Criminal, that's what I heard Tell ya thoughts that's most impure So everything's splendid, sure I'm just there to injure On the fence, the consequence What do they know about that? On the track, ahead of the pack What do they know about that? I'm quite depressed, I'm quite a mess
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