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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sad Night Dynamite
Sad Night Dynamite
Performer
Archie Blagden
Archie Blagden
Vocals
Josh Greacen
Josh Greacen
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Archie Blagden
Archie Blagden
Songwriter
Josh Greacen
Josh Greacen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sad Night Dynamite
Sad Night Dynamite
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 2]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 3]
Yeah, drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out
[Verse 4]
Running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you're ever getting back
Wondering if they're ever getting home
Home, getting home
[Verse 5]
So running down the pieces in the sand
Wondering if you're ever getting back
Wondering if they're ever getting home
Home
[Verse 6]
So go
How you making love if you're her dad?
Nothing's evеr been here in the sand
Now I'm gеtting higher than the band
[Verse 7]
I could get a killshot running
Played with your food for the last three summers
Kicked off the roof tryna aim like gunners
Popped off a few on the hillside
[Verse 8]
Coughed up a rock in my throat so hard
Throwing up blood all over the yard
Running round shooting my guns like I'm over paid
[Verse 9]
Fuck it, girl, you can't be fucking saved
Now he fucking knows about it
[Verse 10]
I could get a killshot running
But you might not love it
Run to the cops, no telling
But your heads still buzzing
Running in and out, give me five
When I pull up no one else has arrived
Flicking on the TV when you cry
We could chain my heals to your dirt bike
[Verse 11]
Yeah, drive over son and make him fuck your brains out
Fuck your brains out
Written by: Archie Blagden, Josh Greacen
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