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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beatsteaks
Beatsteaks
Performer
Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß
Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß
Vocals
Bernd Kurtzke
Bernd Kurtzke
Guitar
Peter Baumann-Düse
Peter Baumann-Düse
Guitar
Thomas Götz
Thomas Götz
Drums
Torsten Fluppi Scholz
Torsten Fluppi Scholz
Bass Guitar
Ben Lauber
Ben Lauber
Synthesizer
Peter Baumann
Peter Baumann
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß
Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß
Composer
Bernd Kurtzke
Bernd Kurtzke
Composer
Peter Baumann-Düse
Peter Baumann-Düse
Songwriter
Thomas Götz
Thomas Götz
Composer
Torsten Fluppi Scholz
Torsten Fluppi Scholz
Composer
Peter Baumann
Peter Baumann
Composer
Beatsteaks
Beatsteaks
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moses Schneider
Moses Schneider
Producer
Tillman Ilse
Tillman Ilse
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Arne Denneler
Arne Denneler
Editing Engineer
Mark Schettler
Mark Schettler
Assistant Producer
Torsten Otto
Torsten Otto
Engineer
Dog Young
Dog Young
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hail to the freaks, I can't get enough
So the words hit the boy who could never be tough
If somebody tries to compromise, hashin' out deals to cover lies
[Verse 2]
I predict a world that keeps you hangin' on
And I've been round and round, and around I come, yeah
And weather the storm and set up the sun
And weather the storm and set up the sun, ooh
[Verse 3]
Hail to the freaks, I can't get enough
So the words hit the boy who could never be tough
Saw my friend recently, beggin' for sympathy
And holdin' my breath, I try to accept another apology, oh
[Verse 4]
I predict a world that keeps you hangin' on
And I've been round and around, and around I come, yeah
To weather the storm and set up the sun
And weather the storm and set up the sun, yeah
[Verse 5]
Calling you from the top of friction
Calling you from the wrong direction
To set up the sun, the sun, the sun, oh
[Verse 6]
Hail to the freaks, I can't get enough
So the words hit the boy who could never be tough
Somebody needs to speak out wise
Hashin' out deals to cover lies
Hashin' out deals to cover lies
[Verse 7]
Calling you from the top of friction
Calling you from the wrong direction
Set up the sun, the sun, the sun, yeah
Written by: Arnim Teutoburg-Weiß, Bernd Kurtzke, Peter Baumann, Peter Baumann-Düse, Thomas Götz, Torsten Fluppi Scholz
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