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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iguana Death Cult
Iguana Death Cult
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeroen Reek
Jeroen Reek
Composer
Tobias Opschoor
Tobias Opschoor
Composer
Justin Boer
Justin Boer
Composer
Arjen van Opstal
Arjen van Opstal
Composer
Jimmy de Kok
Jimmy de Kok
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JooJoo Ashworth
JooJoo Ashworth
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Radio brainwave, Saturday, stay safe
Take another sip of your cup, get up and rave
Oh, my son, show the bastards how it's done
With your hands in the air and the tattoos on your arm
Gym rats, pussy cats, leather jackets, top hats
Shit, I got the fears, come and suck my tears
Desolate Popeyes linger in disguise
I don’t have the stomach for a girl like you
Jack knifes, cock fights, pale skin under beer light
Party’s never pretty looking in from the outside
I might light this house on fire
I should clean the windows but I'm always tired
Dark web silhouettes, close the casket ASAP
If the siren's singing, put your money on some hot wax
Get a couple sodas from the money launder store
Shake your tail feather like a Babylonian whore
Makes you feel
Alright, right?
Yeah, I feel
Alright, right?
Radio brainwave, Saturday, stay safe
Take another sip of your cup, get up and rave
Oh, my son, show the bastards how it's done
With your hands in the air and the tattoos on your arm
Gym rats, pussy cats, leather jackets, top hats
Shit, I got the fears, come and suck my tears
Desolate Popeyes linger in disguise
I don't have the stomach for a girl like you
But I feel
Alright, right?
Written by: Arjen van Opstal, Jeroen Reek, Jimmy de Kok, Justin Boer, Tobias Opschoor
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