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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Britt Daniel
Britt Daniel
Vocals
Jim Eno
Jim Eno
Performer
Alex Fischel
Alex Fischel
Performer
Eric Harvey
Eric Harvey
Performer
Rob Pope
Rob Pope
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Britt Daniel
Britt Daniel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Chiccarelli
Joe Chiccarelli
Producer
Spoon
Spoon
Producer
Dave Fridmann
Dave Fridmann
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let's go get out in the street
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align for lambs to slaughter
[Verse 2]
In the photographs
Their eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on
And on and on and on
And on and on and on
[Verse 3]
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Cars are all lined up
Let it go push you around
Oh, what's it amount to?
[Verse 4]
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Post-sermon socialites, park enchanters and skin tights
All they want's my soul, yeah, they want my soul
[Verse 5]
In the photograph
Your eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on
And on and on and on
And on and on and on
[Verse 6]
Let's go lose track of time
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align for lambs to slaughter
[Verse 7]
Educated folk singers want my soul
Jonathan Fisk still wants my soul
I've got nothing I want to say to 'em
They got nothing left that I want
All they want's my soul, yes, yes, I know it
They want my soul
[Verse 8]
They want my soul
Oh ah, ooh,  my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
Written by: Britt Daniel
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