Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Everything Everything
Performer
Jonathan Higgs
Vocals
Alexander Robertshaw
Guitar
Jeremy Pritchard
Bass
Michael Spearman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Higgs
Songwriter
Jeremy Pritchard
Songwriter
Michael Spearman
Songwriter
Alex Robertshaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Kaines
Producer
Tom Fuller
Recording Engineer
Martin King
Additional Engineer
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Frank Arkwright
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Call the cops and tell them what I want
My battery's a hundred percent
It all made sense
[Verse 2]
A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head
My battery's a hundred percent
It all made sense
[Verse 3]
All your stories are about your death
The lemmings on the way to the cliff
The brain-dead boys
[Verse 4]
Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git
The boxer with a box of old shit
The big white noise
[Verse 5]
It's all about the money now
You put the hard drive in the microwave
You antelope
You are a sack of wine
Uh, huh
[Verse 6]
Call the cops and tell them what I want
My battery's a hundred percent
It all made sense
[Verse 7]
Just blame it on the empire
Blame it on the empire
Blame it on the empire
Blame it on the empire
I don't know
[Verse 8]
It's all about the Benjamins
It's all about the wilderness for me
Tomorrow is a wonderful idea
[Chorus]
It's the end of the contender
The end of the contender
It's the end of the contender
The end of the contender
[Verse 9]
Feeding time
Animatronic eyes
Are a-watching with delight
(Contender, contender)
A churning mind
Oh, gimme that rabid smile, those Creddahornis eyes
Call the cops and tell them what I want
My battery's a hundred percent
It all made sense
A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head
My battery's a hundred percent
It all made sense
It all made sense
[Chorus]
The end of the contender
The end of the contender
The end of the contender
The end of the contender
Written by: Alexander Robertshaw, Jeremy Pritchard, Jonathan Higgs, Michael Spearman