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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DAVID L YOW
Vocals
David WM Sims
Bass
Duane Denison
Guitar
Mac Mcneilly
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DAVID L YOW
Songwriter
David WM Sims
Songwriter
Duane Denison
Songwriter
Mac Mcneilly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Albini
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
He's got her lips, a glow from her lip
Ignites the shapes she sees in the shade
Only a little is used
To come to a close
Only a little is used
To come to a close
Tonight at the knife stick-up place
I spoke as a child and I choked on that line
Then I saw them, oh, then I saw them
Then I saw them, then I saw them
What are they doing outside?
What are they doing?
What the hell are they doing outside?
What are they doing?
In so much brown and crap, it's set in an odd light
Oh, this one, it stops right here now
I think it's trouble you invite
So much as they don't know
Know what's right
This one it stops right here
I think it's trouble that you invite
An absurd gag, a monkey trick
An Irish bull, a childish joke
And tonight at the knife stick-up place
I spoke as a child and I choked on that line
Then I saw them, then I saw them
Then I saw them, then I saw them
I know they have them down there
I've seen them down there
The body parts all over this town
What are they doing?
Written by: David WM Sims, David William Simms, David Yow, Mac Mcneilly, The Denison