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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lynch Mob
Lynch Mob
Performer
Anthony Esposito
Anthony Esposito
Bass
George Lynch
George Lynch
Guitar
Mick Brown
Mick Brown
Drums
Oni Logan
Oni Logan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Esposito
Anthony Esposito
Songwriter
George Lynch
George Lynch
Songwriter
Leonardo Gimenez
Leonardo Gimenez
Songwriter
Mick Brown
Mick Brown
Songwriter
Oni Logan
Oni Logan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lynch Mob
Lynch Mob
Producer
Anthony Esposito
Anthony Esposito
Producer
Max Norman
Max Norman
Producer

Lyrics

Music: Lynch
In a dark and smokey room
A shade of webs that leads you to
A tattered stage thats worn and gray
Another gorl sweats for another day's wage
Oh under a silver moon
She leaves her thoughts behind
Yesterday's long gone cold
The hourglass of time
Lays heavy on her mind
Child, blessed with a smile
Shivers like a snake, the way she moves
Wild, oh so wild
Runnin' from her mind, but she always seems to lose
Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie
She's on a trip so long
The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind
And there ain't nothin' you can do
Dance, bitch, dance
'Til there's nothing left to hide
Dance, bitch, dance
Your mother should have taught you right
So wipe your tears away
Yeah, nice an' easy now, do it
Under a silver moon, her eyes will never lie
She's on a trip so long
The hourglass of time lays heavy on her mind
And there ain't nothin' you can do
Dance, bitch, dance
'Til there's nothing left to hide
Dance, bitch, dance
Your mother should have taught you right
So wipe your tears away
Dance, bitch, dance
'Til there's nothing left to hide
Dance, bitch, dance
Yesterday's long gone cold
Dance, bitch, dance
Your mother should have taught you right
Written by: Anthony Esposito, George Lynch, Leonardo Gimenez, Mick Brown, Oni Logan
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