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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Guns
Young Guns
Performer
Simon Mitchell
Simon Mitchell
Bass
Gustav Wood
Gustav Wood
Vocals
John Taylor
John Taylor
Guitar
Fraser Taylor
Fraser Taylor
Guitar
Ben Jolliffe
Ben Jolliffe
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Mitchell
Simon Mitchell
Composer
Gustav Wood
Gustav Wood
Composer
John Taylor
John Taylor
Composer
Fraser Taylor
Fraser Taylor
Composer
Ben Jolliffe
Ben Jolliffe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Osborne
Steve Osborne
Producer
Dan Austin
Dan Austin
Engineer
Jamie Home
Jamie Home
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adrian Bushby
Adrian Bushby
Mixing Engineer
Rich Morales
Rich Morales
Mastering Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Gentry Studer
Gentry Studer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We're all alone, we're all bastard sons
Been cast aside from the world above.
We practice dark arts and open casket love
We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun
and when we pray we feel one way love
I know it's so tough when you look but can't touch so
Please
Give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
My heart can't shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don't bow down when you could be rising up
We're in love with defeat
And we march to the beat
But I know what I've seen's not out of reach
So give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
My heart can't shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don't bow down when you could be rising up
We're alone we're all bastard sons
Been cast aside from the world above
We practice dark arts and open casket love
Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
My heart can't shake the feeling
They lied to us
So don't bow down when you could be rising up
Written by: Ben Jolliffe, Fraser Taylor, Gustav Wood, John Taylor, Simon Mitchell
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