Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Epworth
Synthesizer
Andrew MacFarlane
Guitar
Edmund Irwin-Singer
Guitar
David Algernon Bayley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Algernon Bayley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Pickering
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chloe Kraemer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Algernon Bayley
Producer
Riley MacIntyre
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Said to you, "Why did you do it?"
Touch the glass, I'll feel you through it
Against the wall with the bracelets on
You look bizarre in the apricot
[Verse 2]
You think that you're Space Ghost
You're wanted coast to coast
Fuck that shit, now I go
My way and you go yours
[Verse 3]
Gotta be all that coco, ay?
Playin' too much of that GTA
Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre
Doom, Quake, where'd you get the gun from, eh?
[Verse 4]
Really think that metal gonna make you safe?
Playin' peek-a-boo with the devil these days
Black cap back with a trench coat, ay
Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes
[Verse 5]
You think that you're Space Ghost
You're wanted coast to coast
Fuck that shit, now I go
My way and you go yours
[Verse 6]
Were you bored of gender norms?
Of bein' alone, no mama home
A bad divorce or sad we can't
Afford the clothes our heroes own
[Verse 7]
Remember when you stole
Mom's old Geo Metro?
You wore her old bathrobe
Too small to see the road
[Verse 8]
We were just two Texas toddlers
Pokemon and bottle rockets
Dunkaroos and Real Monsters
Capri Sun straw in the bottom
[Verse 9]
You think that you're Space Ghost
You're wanted coast to coast
Fuck that shit, now I go
My way and you go yours
[Verse 10]
Heard you were lookin' up the cookbook, names
Cut into the back of your bedroom door frame
Supervillain with a manifesto, dang
Gotta say I'm pretty glad they caught you, man
[Verse 11]
Get back to the kickball days
Scared to hold hands at school disco days
007 Nintendo games
Bond, Hot Pockets in the microwave
[Verse 12]
You think that you're Space Ghost
You're wanted coast to coast
Fuck that shit, now I go
My way and you go yours
Written by: David Algernon Bayley