Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PLAIINS
Performer
Christopher Reardon
Electric Guitar
David Suhlrie
Drums
Florian Kaninck
Electric Guitar
Timon Lanzinger
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Reardon
Songwriter
David Suhlrie
Songwriter
Florian Kaninck
Songwriter
Timon Lanzinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Reardon
Producer
David Suhlrie
Producer
Florian Kaninck
Producer
Timon Lanzinger
Producer
Manuel Renner
Producer
Lyrics
Row she said row she said row.
Bearing teeth like an animal,
Cooking friends like a cannibal,
So defensive your raising fists,
Split tongue, poisoned wits.
Lose your cool like your flammable,
There are rats in the capital.
So defensive your raising fists,
To the beat of her drum.
She's a motivator when she wants
Snaps my chin says she's your only one
Pull up your socks,
Why be so daft,
Simmer down.
Your quids in,
Won the lottery boy.
World at your feet,
Plate full of beans.
For a lucky boy,
You sure make a lot of noise.
Barbed wire heart,
Row she said row she said,
For a lucky boy,
You sure make a lot of noise.
Out of pocket to a rattle snake,
Found a nest crawling up your gate.
So defensive your raising fists,
Split tongue, hear their hiss.
Losing touch with the tangible,
Call you wrong, make it personal
So defensive your raising fists,
To the beat of her drum.
Pull up your socks,
Why be so daft,
Simmer down.
Your quids in,
Won the lottery boy.
World at your feet,
Plate full of beans.
For a lucky boy,
You sure make a lot of noise.
Barbed wire heart,
Row she said row she said,
For a lucky boy,
You sure make a lot of noise.
Row for your pound,
Row for your coast,
Row for your dog and the wife that you loathe
Row for your beans,
Row for your toast,
Row she said row she said row!
Row for the sun,
Row in your lane,
For a slab of canned meat and a job that you hate
Row for your king that you think is a clown,
Row for your sons that don't want you around!
Pull up your socks,
Why be so daft,
Simmer down.
Your quids in,
Won the lottery boy.
World at your feet,
Plate full of beans.
For a lucky boy,
You sure make a lot of noise.
Barbed wire heart,
Row she said row she said,
For a lucky boy,
You sure make a lot of noise.
Written by: Christopher Reardon, David Suhlrie, Florian Kaninck, Timon Lanzinger