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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Smith
Lead Vocals
Dave Bassett
Guitar
Zach Myers
Guitar
Eric Bass
Bass Guitar
Barry Kerch
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Smith
Songwriter
Dave Bassett
Songwriter
Zach Myers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Bassett
Producer
Nigel Lundemo
Editing Engineer
Eric Bass
Engineer
Jake Gorski
Assistant Engineer
Ruda Carvalho
Assistant Engineer
Alexander arias
Editing Engineer
Dave Schiffman
Engineer
Francesco Cameli
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Hans Buscher
Guitar Technician
Mike Fasano
Drum Technician
Lyrics
Look ye here, got 'em all lined up
Same bitchy girls and boys
On their hands, on their knees
Slithering through the streets
Programmed to seek and destroy
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
Oh my, my, no one's on my side
Too paranoid to listen to me
You can cast me out you can tape my mouth
But you can't get a stone to bleed
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
You know I love it when you say you're afraid
But you hate it when I'm making you shake
Hang the truth from a noose
Put a hit man on the loose
Now you're counting on him making your day
There ain't no magic bullet
There's no cure for the weak
There's no sympathetic shoulder here to put you to sleep
You're a long, long way from where you thought you would be
Every murderer has a motive but you ain't killin' me
And it all adds up (you got something to say?)
It all adds up
Say it
Riddle me this before I take it back
Been stealin' my shit for years
So kiss my quiet bad man's fire
'Cause you know I'm gonna bring you to tears
And it all adds up
And It all adds up
Shake shake shake
Call in all the snakes
Been itchin' for the new payroll
Bang bang bang
Go down the new slang
You can't keep all the money you stole
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
You know I love it when you say you're afraid
But you hate it when I'm making you shake
Hang the truth from a noose
Put a hit man on the loose
Now you're counting on him making your day
There ain't no magic bullet
There's no cure for the weak
There's no sympathetic shoulder here to put you to sleep
You're a long, long way from where you thought you would be
Every murder has a motive but you ain't killin' me
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
There ain't no magic bullet
There's no cure for the weak
There's no sympathetic shoulder here to put you to sleep
You're a long, long way from where you thought you would be
Every murder has a motive but you ain't killin' me
And it all adds up (yeah)
And it all adds up (oh-oh)
And it all adds up (yeah)
And it all adds up
And it all adds up (oh)
And it all adds up (it all adds up, it all adds up)
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
And it all adds up
Writer(s): Dave Bassett, Brent Smith, Zach Meyers
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