Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Goodwin
Drums
Brendon Urie
Piano
Jake Sinclair
Background Vocals
Kenneth Harris
Guitar
Sam Hollander
Background Vocals
Suzy Shinn
Background Vocals
Chill Pill
Drums
Rob Mathes
Conductor
Eric Byers
Cello
Jacob Braun
Cello
Caroline Dale
Cello
Steve Erdody
Cello
Brian Dembow
Viola
Peter Lale
Viola
Bruce Dukov
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Jason Fabus
Saxophone
Peter Slocombe
Saxophone
Ryan Dragon
Trombone
Mike Rocha
Trumpet
Bruce White
Viola
Jonathan Bradley
Trumpet
Robert Brophy
Viola
Shawn Mann
Viola
Zach Dellinger
Viola
Cathy Thompson
Violin
Charlie Bisharat
Violin
Emlyn Singleton
Violin
Morgan Jones
Saxophone
Helen Nightengale
Violin
Jackie Hartley
Violin
Jessica Guideri
Violin
Julie Gigante
Violin
Katia Popov
Violin
Tim Gill
Cello
Lisa Liu
Violin
Maya Magub
Violin
Peter Hanson
Violin
Rita Manning
Violin
Serena McKinney
Violin
Tereza Stanislav
Violin
Thomas Bowes
Violin
Warren Zielinski
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Goodwin
Songwriter
Brendon Urie
Songwriter
Jake Sinclair
Songwriter
Kenneth Harris
Songwriter
Sam Hollander
Songwriter
chillpill
Songwriter
Rob Mathes
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Goodwin
Engineer
Jake Sinclair
Producer
Suzy Shinn
Engineer
Amber Jones
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Allgood
Mastering Engineer
Jason Moser
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Sacha Bambadji
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Steve Genewick
Recording Engineer
Chill Pill
Engineer
MOTIV
Co-Producer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Mixing Engineer
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Rachel White
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the
Orange juice, pour out half the carton
Grey Goose, pour it, get it started
Good times, remedy your sorrows
Baptize, don't worry about tomorrow
Shake it up, shake it up
Now it's time to dive in
Share a cup, share a cup
Now you're screwdriving
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn, it's all good, I guess
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high
High as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the
Never dry, every day you're thirsty
Bourbon high, sip it 'til you're tipsy
Night's young, searching for a feeling
Big fun, dancing with the demons
Oh, Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Grips you like a pistol
Wet the whistle, wet the whistle
Abyss of ice crystals
Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn, it's all good, I guess
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high
High as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn, it's all good
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn, it's all good, I guess
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high
High as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
This is what it feels like
When you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Yeah, there's a couple fracks, but we got it
That's the shit, that's the shit, and, man
I saw you fuckin' lift that sax up towards the microphone
And I fell in love
Alright, one more time, here we go
Writer(s): Samuel Hollander, Sidney Swift, Alexander Coburn Goodwin, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Brendon Boyd Urie, Kenneth Aaron Harris
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