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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Ryan
Piano
Rory Doyle
Drums
Booker T. Jones
Organ
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Markus Dravs
Co-Producer
Iain Berryman
Recording Engineer
Robbie Nelson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathaniel Graham
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Scheps
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Co-Producer
Lyrics
When I first saw you, the end was soon
To Bethlehem, it slouched and then
Must've caught a good look at you
Give your heart and soul to charity
'Cause the rest of you, the best of you
Honey, belongs to me
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves?
Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes?
Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?
Ain't you my baby?
Ain't you my baby?
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
If I was born as a blackthorn tree
I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you
Fuel the pyre of your enemies
Ain't it warming you, the world going up in flames?
Ain't it the life of you, your lighting of the blaze?
Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?
Ain't you my baby?
Ain't you my babe?
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Writer(s): Andrew John Hozier-byrne
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