Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crowded House
Crowded House
Performer
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Vocals
Nick Seymour
Nick Seymour
Bass Guitar
Mark Hart
Mark Hart
Guitar
Paul Hester
Paul Hester
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crowded House
Crowded House
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Youth
Youth
Producer
Greg Hunter
Greg Hunter
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Detective is flat, no longer is always flat out
Got the number of the getaway car
Didn't get very far
[Verse 2]
As lucid as hell, and these images
Moving so fast, like a fever
So close to the bone
I don't feel too well
[Verse 3]
And if you choose, to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark, to inflame you
[Verse 4]
Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head, it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don't remember, if she was my friend
It was a long time ago
[Verse 5]
And if you choose, to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark, to inflame you
[Verse 6]
Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head, it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don't remember, if she was my friend
It was a long time ago
[Verse 7]
And if you choose, to take that path
Would you come to make me pay
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark, to inflame you
[Verse 8]
I will clutch at your heart
And come flying like a spark, to inflame you
Written by: Neil Finn
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