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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotel Mira
Hotel Mira
Performer
Charlie Kerr
Charlie Kerr
Vocals
Mike Noble
Mike Noble
Bass
Clark Grieve
Clark Grieve
Guitar
Cole, George
Cole, George
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin James Maher
Kevin James Maher
Composer
Charlie Kerr
Charlie Kerr
Composer
Mike Noble
Mike Noble
Composer
Clark Grieve
Clark Grieve
Composer
Cole, George
Cole, George
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Ratz
Eric Ratz
Producer

Lyrics

Oh no, I'm just a stone's throw away from her place
Yeah
Ice-cold, love be my blindfold, taking the bait
Yeah
You wanna paint a wall
You wanna call it art
My little Russian doll
So now you're Joan of Arc?
Fantastic
Just say the word and I'll walk away
Only a stone's throw from my mistake
Who's coming over to dig that grave?
Cojo, turn up the NOBRO 'cause I want the smoke
Yeah
And now I'm Stone Cold, stuck in a chokehold, grabbing the rope
You know what I mean?
I'm begging you to stop
You'll get the dogs to bark
New York City Cops
They ain't too fucking smart
Yeah
Just say the word and I'll walk away
Only a stone's throw from my mistake
Who's coming over to dig that grave?
Oh-whoa-oh-oh
Don't try to work it out
Come by and shut my mouth
Alright, I'm underground
I hope I make it out
Oh no, I'm just a stone's throw away from her place
Just say the word and I'll walk away
Only a stone's throw from my mistake
Who's coming over to dig that grave?
Oh-whoa-oh-oh
Don't try to work it out
Come by and shut my mouth
Alright, I'm underground
I hope I make it out
Written by: Charlie Kerr, Clark Grieve, Cole, George, Kevin James Maher, Mike Noble
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