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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

I slip away
Like a thief I'm on the run
'Cause I cracked the safe
So the prices pass for fun
Now save smoke and mirrors, babe
For the ones they work on
It's far too late for me
Show a little soul, and they'll want more
These days a pound of flesh don't get you far
I'll watch you smoke your cigarette, drink your liqourlette
Race to the bottom, die on time
Is this everything you asked for?
I've been ingrained
For your pleasure I'm undone
Kept tapping a vein
Now I'm drowning in the flood
But stay, be my tourniquet
We can share the hurt 'cause
It's far too great for me
Show a little soul, and they'll want more
These days a pound of flesh don't get you far
I'll watch you smoke your cigarette, drink your liqourlette
Race to the bottom, die on time
Is this everything you asked for?
Show a little soul, and they'll want more
These days a pound of flesh don't get you far
I'll watch you smoke your cigarette, drink your liqourlette
Race to the bottom, die on time
Written by: Ben Jolliffe, Fraser Taylor, Gustav Wood, John Taylor, Simon Mitchell
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