Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rilo Kiley
Performer
Blake Sennett
Vocals
Jenny Lewis
Vocals
Jason Boesel
Drums
Adam McCarville (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Justin Runge (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Luke Kellison (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Nate Kellison (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Zakk Wooten (No Better Cause)
Additional Vocals
Jon Hischke
Baritone Saxophone
Pierre de Reeder
Bass
Nate Walcott
Trumpet
Mike Mogis
Pedal Steel Guitar
Amy Huffman
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jenny Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mogis
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Any chimp can play human for a day
Use his opposable thumbs to iron his uniform
And run for office on election day
Fancy himself a real decision maker
And deploy more troops than salt shakers
[Verse 2]
But it's a jungle when war is made
And you'll panic and throw your own shit at the enemy
The camera pulls back to reveal your true identity
Look, it's a sheep in wolf's clothing
A smoking gun holding ape
[Verse 3]
Any asshole can open up a museum
Put all of the things he loves on display
So everyone could see them
The house, a car, a thoughtful wife
Ordinary moments in his ordinary life
[Verse 4]
But if she breaks a smile, she'll give you away
'Cause no one wants to pay to see your happiness
No one wants to pay to see your day to day
And I'm not buying it either
But I'll try selling it anyway
[Verse 5]
Any idiot can play Greek for a day
And join a sorority or write a tragedy
And articulating all that pain
And maybe you'll get paid
[Verse 6]
But it's a sin when success complains
And your writers block- it don't mean shit
Just throw it against the wall and see what sticks
Gotta write a hit
I think this is it
It's a hit
[Verse 7]
And if it's not
Then it's a holiday for hanging
Yeah it's a holiday for hanging
Yeah it's a holiday for hanging
Yeah shoo-bop-shoo-bop my baby
[Verse 8]
Any fool can play executioner for a day
And say with fingers pointed in both directions
'He went thataway'
It's only a switch or syringe
Aww, exempt from eternal sins
But you still wear a cross
And you think you're gonna get in
[Verse 9]
Ah, but the pardons never come from up-stairs
They're always a moment too late
But it's entertainment
Keep the crowd on their toes
It's justice, we're safe
It's not a hit, it's a holiday
Shoo-bop-shoo-bop my baby
[Verse 10]
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
[Verse 11]
I'm a holiday for hanging
I'm a holiday for hanging
I'm a holiday, yeah
I'm a holiday for hanging
[Verse 12]
It's a holiday for hanging, yeah
Written by: Jenny Lewis