Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Lewis Morrison
Songwriter
Michael John Fuller
Songwriter
Louis David Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Ashdown
Producer
Lyrics
Grab my shows and grab my coat
Hit the streets I feel the cold
All the people they just stare
But I don't fucking care, No
Look around and see the truth
Another thieving group
Trying to take my work
So I just fucking hit the dirt
Oh yeah
Well alright
But then she caught my eye
Another money bribe
She might just be alright
And one day she'll be my bride
I just turn and feel the steel
Another fight that feels so real
Maybe I should leave this place
But I'm already to shit faced
Alright
And oh yeah
Make it funky now
But then she caught my eye
Another money bribe
She might just be alright
And one day she'll be my bride
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Written by: Louis David Marshall, Michael John Fuller, William Lewis Morrison