Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stella Donnelly
Vocals
George Foster
Guitar
Jennifer Aslett
Bass
Talya Valenti
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stella Donnelly
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Tuza
Producer
Ewan Pearson
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let the cat out of the bag
Didn't think you'd be coming back
Season's greetings on a card
You've been a Hallmark from the start
If the gravy tasted great
Why did you pour it all away?
You like to intimidate, intimidate, intimidate, intimidate
[Verse 2]
Sliding edgeways out of strained
Border protection debates
Bitter look of what's to come
Why can't you be more like your mother was when she was young? And
All your idiot cousins liked her more than all the other aunties
Yeah 'cause she was a punk, she was a punk, she was a punk
My mum's still a punk and you're still shit
[Verse 3]
Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
It's never to late to be on time
You like to intimidate, intimidate, intimidate
Fuck up your life
Lose all your friends
Fuck up your life
Intimidate
Fuck up your life
Intimidate
Fuck up your life
Intimidate
Intimidate
Lose all your friends
Fuck up your life
Fuck up your life
Fuck up your life
Fuck up
Written by: Stella Donnelly