Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Raisen
Guitar
Amalie Bruun
Piano
Brian Harding
Vocals
Ex Cops
Performer
Jason Roberts
Guitar
Joe Zizzo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Raisen
Songwriter
Amalie Bruun
Songwriter
Guy Benny
Composer
Brian Harding
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Raisen
Producer
Billy Corgan
Executive Producer
Dave Schiffman
Mixing Engineer
Jerry James
Producer
Shags Chamberlain
Producer
Nick Rowe
Editing Engineer
Dan Viafore
Editing Engineer
Samur Khouja
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Gentry Struder
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Here we are still,
Stucked in a crowd,
Revolutions, heart full of doubt
You fought in time,
No windows, a casino
You plead on me
This just is so expensive
If you're going to the city
Dry your eyes, you thighs are pretty
Make it hard to limitation
Take your picture, congratulations
Stay so clean, picture obscene
Black soap, black soap
Stay so clean, picture obscene
I was on the dark side of your dream
With an empty stomach, your favorite scene
But you can't afford me
Take a sad song
You're making it worse
You publicise, tragic life
Can never be cursed
You try to die,
But you're faking, you're not aching
Come see, 'bout me,
My best friends, they're beyond it
If you're going to the city
Dry your eyes, you thighs are pretty
Make it hard to limitation
Take your picture, congratulations
Stay so clean, picture obscene
Black soap, black soap
Stay so clean, picture obscene
I was on the dark side of your dreams
With an empty stomach, your favorite scene
If you're going to the city
Dry your eyes, you thighs are pretty
Make it hard to limitation
Take your picture, congratulations
Writer(s): Justin Raisen, Brian Harding, Amalie Brunn, Guy Benny
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