Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Corgan
Vocals
James Iha
Guitar
The Section Quartet
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Patrick Corgan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Corgan
Producer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Jan Erik Kongshaug
Mixing Engineer
Dana Nielsen
Recording Engineer
Jason Leder
Editing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chinois faces
To arms we sleep
Gaslight ages presume a mortal thief
Unstrung the feathers on waxing soon
For everyone pitching back
Tout le monde
It's just like that
I'm fancy free on Eerie Street
Guess you're with me
[Verse 2]
Sure, we're gonna make it alone
No one can break us and own
This solid air, the dagger queer
The opry bests, the vested gears
Since ghosts tend to wait on home
To do their bleeding
[Verse 3]
Chinois faces
With cast to glow
Stake the races
That roll pure dynamos
Servile like potters
The vanquished boast
Of everyone that's carried back
Tout le monde
It's just like that
There's no appeal
No deco zeal
No grand design
[Verse 4]
Sure, we're gonna make it alone
No one can break us and own
A purse that flows
And failing east
It's you that knows this moving feast
Skyward, look for what's left
Friends recess
Fresh heirs disown
[Verse 5]
Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown
Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown
Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown
Gaslight at home, where there's a known unknown
Written by: William Patrick Corgan