Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Followill
Drums
Jared Followill
Bass Guitar
Caleb Followill
Lead Vocals
Matthew Followill
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Angelo Petraglia
Songwriter
Ethan Johns
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Johns
Producer
Kyle Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Jim Niper
Assistant Engineer
Miles Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Leslie Richter
Assistant Engineer
Chuck Linder
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Ivy Skoff
Producer
Lyrics
You know you could've been a wonder
Taking your circus to the sky-y-y
You couldn't take it on the tight rope
No, you had to take it on the si-i-ide
You always like it undercover
Tucked in between your dirty shee-ee-eets
But no one's even done nutting to ya
And I'm between the hollers and the screa-ea-eams
And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey"
Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste
Well, in the black of the night till the red morning light
You got your cozy little corner
All night you're jamming on your fee-ee-eet
Hanging out just like a street sign
And put a twenty dollar tri-i-ick
I hear you're blowing like a feather
And then they rub it in your fa-a-ace
Oh, once they've had all their fun, hun
You're at the bottom of the ca-a-age
And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey"
Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey"
You're giving all your cinnamon away-ay
That's not right
Hey, hey, another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste
Uh, hey, keep on giving away and giving it away, giving it away
Hey, hey, you're giving all your cinnamon away-ay
Hey, hey, you're giving all your cinnamon away
Ah, hey, hey
Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey"
You're giving all your cinnamon away
That's not right, aow
Come on
And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey"
Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste, taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said, "nah, nah, hey, hey"
You're giving all your cinnamon away-ay
Writer(s): Angelo T. Petraglia, Ivan Nathan Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill
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