Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Perry
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Clay
Mixing Engineer
Alex Clark
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go
It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become?
You're running out of luck
You're trying to keep it punk
You can only let yourself go
Afraid of what you know
A square shape in a round hole
It goes in tight, it goes in tight
We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go
It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become?
You're running out of time
You're never going nowhere
The best is all behind you
Spending your cash like the man with no hands
Keeping it real like your favourite bands
If they don't try, then why don't buy
We don't buy
It's the distance, it's the distance
It's the distance, the position between me and you
So stand up, get up, stand up, get up
We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go
It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become?
It's the distance, the position between me and you
So stand up, get up, stand up, get up
Written by: Jason Perry