Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Julian Casablancas
Vocals
Albert Hammond Jr
Guitar
Nick Valensi
Guitar
Nikolai Fraiture
Bass Guitar
Fabrizio Moretti
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Hammond Jr
Songwriter
Fabrizio Moretti
Songwriter
Julian Casablancas
Songwriter
Nick Valensi
Songwriter
Nikolai Fraiture
Songwriter
The Strokes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gus Oberg
Producer
Phil Joly
Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
If we don't watch the sun, it will rise
If we don't take our time, it's not wise
Putting posters up for your band (hey, we're playing if you wanna come by)
Now I'll tear them down with my hand
I didn't want to notice
Didn't know the gun was loaded
Didn't really know this
What kind of asshole drives a Lotus?
Come here and go get with me
I wanna see you Wednesday
Come on, come on, come over
Take it off your shoulder
Come on and pull me over
We gotta get to work now
Sliding it off your shoulder
As we're falling over
Oh, welcome to Japan
Scuba-dancing
Touchdown
I didn't want to notice
Didn't know the gun was loaded
Didn't really know this
What kind of asshole drives a Lotus?
I didn't want to bore you
Didn't wanna pick up your shit for ya
I've been ready to do this
I'll be there
Come here and go get with me
I wanna see you Wednesday
Come on, come on, come over
Take it off your shoulder
Come on and pull me over
We gotta get to work now
Sliding it off your shoulder
As we're falling over
You did it alone
You did it for fun
You did it for everyone who's on the run
You're not just a friend
You'll be born again
We'll be in this race until the very end
He lives on the phone
He cheats on his clone
You'll never believe me 'til you're on your own
Comes in once a month
And he never leaves
He said he is broken
Yet he lives free
Didn't wanna floor ya
I didn't wanna be there for ya
Didn't wanna warn ya
I'll be there
Writer(s): Nick Valensi, Julian Casablancas, Albert Jr Hammond
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