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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Vocals
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Guitar
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Bass
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers
Songwriter
Mark Stoermer
Mark Stoermer
Composer
Dave Keuning
Dave Keuning
Composer
Ronnie Vannucci
Ronnie Vannucci
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Damian Taylor
Damian Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Robert Root
Robert Root
Recording Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've gone through life white-knuckled
In the moments that left me behind
Refusing to heed the yield
I penetrate the force fields in the blind
They say I'll adjust
God knows I must
But I'm not sure how
This natural selection picked me out to be
A dark horse running in a fantasy
[Verse 2]
Flesh and bone
And I'm running out of time?
Flesh and bone
[Verse 3]
Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I head like a raging bull
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins
[Verse 4]
Cut from the cloth
Of a flag that bears the name "Battle Born"
They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell
[Verse 5]
(What are you afraid of?)
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time
(Flesh and bone)
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
Man, I'm turning on a dime
(Flesh and bone)
[Verse 6]
(This could decay)
This could decay
Like the valley below
Defenses are down
The stakes are high (Scouting the crowd for a face of compassion)
The fairytale ending (To face off the journey that fathers no more)
The staggering blow (You'll find the truth in the roots of desire)
You lead with your chin (Thinking with your corners, just a compass and the sun)
This could be real (Thinking with your corners, just a)
Simple
[Verse 7]
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time
(Flesh and bone)
What are you made of?
[Verse 8]
He faces forward
Trading in his blindness for the world of love
And time is raging, may it rage in vain
And you always had it, but you never knew
So boots and saddles (Flesh and bone)
Get on your feet
There's no surrender, 'cause there's no retreat
The bells are sounding (Flesh and bone)
Bring this match to an end
We are the descendants of giant men
Written by: Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning, Mark Stoermer, Ronnie Vannucci, Jr.
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