Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Florentenes
Performer
William John Train Smith
Lead Vocals
Luke Holding
Electric Guitar
Harry Keith Stubbs
Bass Guitar
Liam Allan George Fiddy
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William John Train Smith
Songwriter
Luke Holding
Songwriter
Harry Keith Stubbs
Songwriter
Liam Allan George Fiddy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Eringa
Producer
Lyrics
You're ruthlessly talked into leaving
My humble abode but still you're not welcome home no more
And you said you felt a hundred million years had passed
Do you know how to pass the time?
With your insufferably written rhymes
And so, the world's a paradox
On the contrary motion
Comfortability arose then?
So who'd you think you are, Goldilocks?
Don't let them down
With your Agincourt fingers and frowns
I'm like a target on a rifle range
Wrap my head like a snake but it's not too late
You're late, and face to face with fate
It's strange, I'm such a state
For you, For you
And in a cult crash landing
Can you hear the endearing fans chanting?
The more you push it, you push it and cause another death by standing
Written by: Harry Keith Stubbs, Liam Allan George Fiddy, Luke Holding, William John Train Smith