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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeb Brown
Vocals
Erik Della Penna
Guitar
Rebekah Bruce
Piano
William B. Smylie
Bass Guitar
Hank Heaven
Guitar
Spencer Cohen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Della Penna
Songwriter
David Yazbek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Yazbek
Producer
Dean Sharenow
Producer
Lyrics
You’re born with nothing.
Your cheeks are apple dumplings.
The air, the water,
There’s something more you’re wanting.
The milk, the sugar,
Outside you there’s a name and
You came with nothing,
You’ll leave here just the same but
Between the dark and the dark is
The voice you’re always hearing.
Some crazy auctioneer is yelling at you
And you walk, you run. You flee the dark and see the sun
And every brick you ever laid will crumble away.
Your mama’s dead.
Your daddy’s dead.
Your brother’s dead
And so are you.
Abe Lincoln’s dead.
Frank James is dead.
Your mama’s dead
And so are you and so are you.
Your adolescence
Was just unopened presents.
You drank the liquor,
It made it all go quicker.
Those dead ancestors,
You had to make an exit.
You went and found the bottle
And now your face reflects it.
And so, you fail with failures
And you confront your rivals
Who stand there armed with Bibles pointing at you
And you plot,
You scheme.
You had a chance,
You had a dream.
You couldn’t get a witness so you stand here today.
Your mama’s dead.
John Gotti’s dead.
Dillinger’s dead
And so are you.
Balzac is dead.
Tupac is dead.
Anne Frank is dead
And so are you and so are you.
I’ve been a pilgrim on the road from coast to coast.
I’ve looked around and all I’ve seen was hungry ghosts,
Getting and spending on the gravel road through hell.
I know the drill cuz I’m one of them as well.
Your wild desire
And all you must acquire –
More love, more money
But don’t you find it funny
That still you’re hungry,
In fact you’re really famished?
The craving and the panic
Until the day you’ve vanished.
You just keep pushing pushers,
You just keep cheating cheaters
Like those religious leaders tell you to do
So you kick, You scream,
You hear the graduation theme.
Jehovah calls your name and then she takes you away.
Babe Ruth is dead.
George Custer’s dead.
Black Elk is dead
And so are you.
Joe Young is dead.
Bert Convy’s dead.
Glenn Gould is dead
And so are you.
Your mama’s dead.
Your daddy’s dead.
They’re all just dead
And so are you.
Look at them dead.
Look at me dead.
Look at you dead
And so are you and so are you.
Written by: David Yazbek, Erik Della Penna