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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Dan Campbell
Dan Campbell
Vocals
Jason Aalon Butler
Jason Aalon Butler
Vocals
Jean Francisco Nascimento
Jean Francisco Nascimento
Keyboards
Jeff Sahyoun
Jeff Sahyoun
Guitar
Ryan Jay Johnson
Ryan Jay Johnson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Aalon Butler
Jason Aalon Butler
Composer
Jean Francisco Nascimento
Jean Francisco Nascimento
Composer
Jeff Sahyoun
Jeff Sahyoun
Composer
Ryan Jay Johnson
Ryan Jay Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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letlive.
Producer
Kit Walters
Kit Walters
Producer
Jeff Sahyoun
Jeff Sahyoun
Recording Engineer
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Mixing Engineer
John Naclerio
John Naclerio
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
That ethnocentric home
Love ain't living here no more
When people do what they do when the do it
Say what they say, oh, what you got to say to me?
Talk in egocentric tones
With that mouth you've outgrown
When people say what they say when they say it
Do what they do, oh, what you wanna do to me?
[Chorus]
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
Of all that's said and done
I wanted a fire, but then I burnt down my own home
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
And in the end, much more is said than done
I started a fire, burnt down my house, now I've got nowhere to call home
[Verse 2]
I tried to go back home, oh
But they ain't loving me no, no more
Now I don't know what to do or how to do it
Say what they said, oh, what they got to say to me?
So once I dig this hole
I'll bury myself in that gold
So you can say what you say when you say it
That don't mean shit, ha, oh, what you got to say to me?
They told me lies
[Chorus]
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
Of all that's said and done
I wanted a fire, but then I burnt down my own home
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
And in the end, much more is said than done
I started a fire, burnt down my house, now I've got nowhere to call home
[Bridge]
I'm proud of where I came from
It ain't proud of me
Too lost, too weak with bank loans
Dead eyes, Coke and whiskey
I scratched my fucking way out
I still see claw marks in the streets
We sing the hymn of Broad Street
If I fall, don't come back for me
[Chorus]
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
Of all that's said and done
I wanted a fire, but then I burnt down my own home
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
And in the end, much more is said than done
I wanted a fire, but then I burnt down my own home
We are the ones, the lonely bastard sons
And in the end, much more is said than done
I started a fire, burnt down my house, now I've got nowhere to call home
Written by: Jason Aalon Butler, Jean Francisco Nascimento, Jeff Sahyoun, Ryan Jay Johnson
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