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Fat White Family - Visions of Pain (Tim Goldsworthy Remix) (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fat White Family
The Fat White Family
Performer
Tim Goldsworthy
Tim Goldsworthy
Remixer
Lias Saoudi
Lias Saoudi
Vocals
Alex White
Alex White
Djembe
Liam D May
Liam D May
Synthesizer
Adam Harmer
Adam Harmer
Guitar
Dante Traynor
Dante Traynor
Background Vocals
Anna McDowell
Anna McDowell
Background Vocals
Maggie The Cat
Maggie The Cat
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lias Saoudi
Lias Saoudi
Composer
Alex White
Alex White
Composer
Nathan Saoudi
Nathan Saoudi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liam D May
Liam D May
Producer
Luke E May
Luke E May
Producer
Adam Jaffrey
Adam Jaffrey
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A prick, a prod, it's the end of the line
The wrong kind of dream that water still isn’t wine
Gone golgothic my friend, it is bent, it is torn
It is clear that you're here to suck it up from the floor
The rabble, they grope, in gladness they crush
My every ideal but I’m no longer touched
I'm whiter than milk, a plant, a seed
A growth agape the reason you plead
[Verse 2]
A stiff, a crutch, it's the end of a prime
The end of a stump, it's a waste of your time
It's anaemic to taste, it is stale, it is done
It is blight, it is clear that you're here to be shunned
The cattle, they stoop, in madness they rush
I froth at the mouth but I’m no longer touched
I'm whiter than milk, a prat, a weed
A bum, a flash, the source of all need
[Verse 3]
It's your dead town spice, it's the size of your mum
It's a break in the keel, it's awake, it is numb
Still my brother insists that we stay on the march
Through his vision of pain to the end of my heart
[Chorus]
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
[Verse 4]
The lid, the sty, the press and the prang
The softness of sin, the back of a hand
A temple of kicks at the mouth of a night
A corona of lust that is gone with the light
A loin, a crack, a knack, a sham
It's a year, it's a day, it is under a gram
The tip of a tongue, all lathered in spite
And a mind that won't stop, it's the flood, it's the flood
[Verse 5]
Beneath, beyond, before, be-twixt
A claim, an heir, your future won't fix
Still my brother insists that we stay on the march
Through this vision of pain to the end of my heart
[Chorus]
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Visions of pain
Written by: Alex White, Lias Saoudi, Nathan Saoudi

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