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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Pirner
Dave Pirner
Guitar
Daniel Murphy
Daniel Murphy
Guitar
Grant Young
Grant Young
Drums
Karl Mueller
Karl Mueller
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Pirner
Dave Pirner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Beinhorn
Michael Beinhorn
Producer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Bruce Ross
Bruce Ross
Additional Engineer
Dan Gellert
Dan Gellert
Assistant Engineer
David Michael Dill
David Michael Dill
Assistant Engineer
Bill Smith
Bill Smith
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Craig Doubet
Craig Doubet
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Wally Traugott
Wally Traugott
Mastering Engineer
Eric Andersen
Eric Andersen
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Two boys on a playground
Tryin' to push each other down
See the crowd gather 'round
Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd
Black gold in a white plight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
I've got so much left to do with my life
Moving backwards through time
Never learn, never mind
That side's yours, this side's mine
Brother you ain't my kind
You're a black soldier, white fight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride
But this place just makes me feel sad inside
Mother, do you know where your kids are tonight?
Keeps the kids off the streets
Gives 'em something to do, something to eat
This spot was a playground
This flat land used to be a town
Black gold in a white plight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
Sure like to feel some pride
But this place just makes me feel sad inside
Black gold in a white plight
Won't you fill up the tank, let's go for a ride
I don't care 'bout no wheelchair
I've got so much left to do with my life
Written by: Dave Pirner
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