Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Howard Coward
Howard Coward
Vocals
Colin Linden
Colin Linden
Electric Guitar
Dennis Crouch
Dennis Crouch
Double Bass
Russell Pahl
Russell Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Jay Bellarose
Jay Bellarose
Drums
Henry Coward
Henry Coward
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Coward
Howard Coward
Songwriter
Henry Coward
Henry Coward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Coward
Howard Coward
Producer
Austin Brown
Austin Brown
Assistant Engineer
Billy Theriot
Billy Theriot
Additional Engineer
Colin Bryson
Colin Bryson
Assistant Engineer
Eddie Roberts
Eddie Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Henry Coward
Henry Coward
Producer
Karl Wingate
Karl Wingate
Assistant Engineer
Mike Piersante
Mike Piersante
Mixing Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Mike Stankiewicz
Additional Engineer
Rachael Moore
Rachael Moore
Recording Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Reuben Cohen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Eating ice chrome at the spaceball game
Between the China Reds and the New World Braves
The grandstand swayed as the organ played its soulful anthem
And the old announcers voice rang through the night in Gotham
 
Where on the street two lovers meet, so discrete
Acting cool but talking cruel about their fools
He’s a brute, she’s a mute, it don’t compute
Unaware that standing there is a gun cocked to shoot
 
Eating ice chrome at the spaceball game
Instead of the world of such specifics
We speak like freaks
The fate of kings, keen the beastly pipers
Drums and cymbals, stupid with ciphers
 
Eating ice chrome at the spaceball game
Between the China Reds and the New World Braves
The grandstand swayed as the organ played its soulful anthem
And the old announcers voice rang through the night in Gotham
Written by: Howard Coward
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