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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian K Pagels
Brian K Pagels
Guitar
Stephen Russ
Stephen Russ
Drums
Mat Williams
Mat Williams
Bass
Moses Andrews III
Moses Andrews III
Keyboards
Audrey White
Audrey White
Piano
Sam Skelton
Sam Skelton
Saxophone
Joey Garcia
Joey Garcia
Saxophone
Amaan Dhannani
Amaan Dhannani
Trombone
Ryan Greer
Ryan Greer
Trumpet
Erin Ryan
Erin Ryan
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian K Pagels
Brian K Pagels
Songwriter
Stephen Russ
Stephen Russ
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Russ
Stephen Russ
Producer
Collin Derrick
Collin Derrick
Producer
Justin Perkins
Justin Perkins
Mastering Engineer
Zac Thomas
Zac Thomas
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Livin' on borrowed time
Unless we take back that line
Grab my hand little sister
Get primed for the show
My true heart is pumping, come on it's time we go
Little fires baby
In my fingertips
I heard ghosts talking
When you parted your lips
Little fires burning
In little townships
I heard engines revving
Come on baby, shake your hips
Baby shake your hips
Meet 'neath that Speedway sign
And find out who's on our side
Don't get the facts twisted
And don't step out of line
I've been waiting for this moment, all of my goddamn life
Does this look like a party
Does this look like a joke
You think I wanted to be here?
Why don't you step through the smoke
Little fires baby
In my fingertips
I heard ghosts talking
When you parted your lips
Little fires burning
In little townships
I heard engines revving
Come on baby, shake your hips
Baby shake your hips
Dancing 'til eerie quiet
Mourning's for steeling eyes
And checking your conscience
See where you're at
We going back for one more round? Could be the last
Little fires baby
In my fingertips
I heard ghosts talking
When you parted your lips
Little fires burning
In little townships
I heard engines revving
Come on baby, shake your hips
Baby shake your hips
Written by: Brian K Pagels, Stephen Russ
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