Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Surfer Blood
Performer
John Paul Pitts
Vocals
Tyler Jerry Schwartz
Drums
Thomas John Fekete
Guitar
Kevin R. Williams
Keyboards
Dan Austin
Programming
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gil Norton
Producer
Brendan Dekora
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Chris Szczech
Mixing Engineer
Dan Austin
Engineer
Rob Schnapf
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
A word has weight
When it rings true
There's nothing I
Can hold you to
The hounds of hell
Need love and care
The hounds need
Organs and limbs to tear
You and me are apples in trees
Don't fall far from me
Like a Pentecostal choir on Sunday
I can suck the venom out of your bones
Come on, Raven, let me connect to the server
I could be the one who cuts down the overgrowth
A word has weight
When it rings true
And never when
It comes to you
Some secrets you
Should never tell
They'll feed you to
The hounds of hell
You and me are apples in trees
Don't fall far from me
Like a Pentecostal choir on Sunday
I can suck the venom out of your bones
Come on, Raven, let me collect on my winnings
I could be the one who puts you back on the throne
Apologies, meet apologies
We could demon dance all night
Teeth as white as snow
In the vertigo
Caked in phosphorescent light
And the apples are as sweet
In the nosebleed seats
Like a Pentecostal choir on Sunday
I can suck the venom out of your bones
Come on, Raven, let me collect on my winnings
I could be the one who puts you back
Writer(s): John Paul Pitts, Kevin Robert Williams, Thomas John Fekete, Tyler Jerry Schwarz
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