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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Performer
Fiona Kitschin
Fiona Kitschin
Bass Guitar
Erica Dunn
Erica Dunn
Lead Vocals
Lauren Hammel
Lauren Hammel
Drums
Gareth Liddiard
Gareth Liddiard
Guitar
Adam Donovan
Adam Donovan
Pedal Steel Guitar
Michael Beach
Michael Beach
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fiona Kitschin
Fiona Kitschin
Composer
Erica Dunn
Erica Dunn
Composer
Lauren Hammel
Lauren Hammel
Composer
Gareth Liddiard
Gareth Liddiard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fiona Kitschin
Fiona Kitschin
Producer
Erica Dunn
Erica Dunn
Producer
Lauren Hammel
Lauren Hammel
Producer
Gareth Liddiard
Gareth Liddiard
Producer
Carl Saff
Carl Saff
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Cupples
Aaron Cupples
Mixing Engineer
Michael Beach
Michael Beach
Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell, a village in Hell
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell, a village in Hell
[Verse 1]
And if I were a betting man
My bookie'd say you're screwed
You know I've warned you
I'm warning you
Your dreams will swallow you
'Cause they're all third rate imitations
Of places you ain't been
And past lives you've invented
[Verse 2]
No, you never know who might not get the joke
And God could send a stone from Heaven
Yeah, the whole world's at death's door now
And they're picking at the lock
But rent ain't getting any cheaper
So who you really helping?
[Chorus]
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell is there if you choose
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell, a village in Hell
[Verse 3]
Oh, the sunshine smell of laundry folded watching a cartoon
It's Newcastle, yet no one here remembers you
Your car wants oil and water
And your kid's rubbed his nose raw
And if work cuts your hours again
We can't live here anymore
We can't live here anymore
We can't live here anymore
Send a life raft or an island
We can't live here anymore
Anymore
[Bridge]
And when it gets too hard
We'll sail by the stars
With a pickaxe and a coat of arms
Driver, full speed till the signal becomes weak
And then we pass into a hall of mirrors
Swan diving away, diving down until we disappear
And we'll be flies on a skull
Like flies on a skull
We be like flies on a skull
But till then, full speed until the signal gets weak
And there's no one left and nothing to tell
[Chorus]
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell, a village in Hell
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell, a village in Hell
[Verse 4]
Yeah, if I were a betting man
I would've bet she'd quit
But then she stole her mother's breather
Cracked the airlock and then split
We watched the sunrise on the Delta
And they radioed 'round nine
Saying she walked into a sandstorm
And then died
[Chorus]
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell is here if you choose
A village in Hell is waiting for you
A village in Hell, a village in Hell
Written by: Erica Dunn, Fiona Kitschin, Gareth Liddiard, Lauren Hammel
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