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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Smith
Brent Smith
Lead Vocals
Dave Bassett
Dave Bassett
Guitar
Eric Bass
Eric Bass
Bass Guitar
Zach Myers
Zach Myers
Guitar
Chris Chaney
Chris Chaney
Bass Guitar
Barry Kerch
Barry Kerch
Drums
Nick Perri
Nick Perri
Guitar
Tim Pierce
Tim Pierce
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Smith
Brent Smith
Songwriter
Dave Bassett
Dave Bassett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Cavallo
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Dorian Crozier
Dorian Crozier
Additional Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Editing Engineer
Doug McKean
Doug McKean
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

You've been hanging out for quite awhile now
Livin' off of people you know
Trying to raise a little money
To pay off all the monkeys
That you met inside the rabbit hole
You're taking candy from the white witch
You're smokin' tea with Mamma Kin
Well theres a wolf outside a brick house
Screamin', this time I'm gonna blow it in
Because the mind is a weapon, see?
And its got you on your hands and knees
Pull the trigger if you're gonna
We all know that you wanna
Count off one, two
One, two, three
You better pray that there's another way out
You better pray that someone's listening now (And doesn't want to watch you drown)
'Cause when you lie like the devil himself
No angels gonna hear your cry for help
I know you must really think it's funny
You had everybody fooled in the end
But its a little unassuming, considered how you knew me
I'm the only one that called you a friend
Because the mind is a weapon, see?
But you're not gonna use it on me
Pull the trigger if you're gonna
We all know that you wanna
Count off one, two
One, two, three
You better pray that there's another way out
You better pray that someone's listening now (And doesn't want to watch you drown)
'Cause when you lie like the devil himself
No angels gonna hear your cry for help
Count off one, two
One, two, three
You better pray that there's another way out
You better pray that someone's listening now (And doesn't want to watch you drown)
'Cause when you lie like the devil himself
No angels gonna hear your cry for help
For help
For help
Written by: Brent Smith, Dave Bassett
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