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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Rosenau
Performer
Daniel Spack
Performer
Jaime Hansen
Performer
Jon Mueller
Performer
Justin Vernon
Performer
Matthew Skemp
Performer
Thomas Wincek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Mueller
Songwriter
Chris Rosenau
Songwriter
Justin Vernon
Songwriter
Daniel Spack
Songwriter
Matthew Skemp
Songwriter
Thomas Wincek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer
Brian Joseph
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Lipton
Mastering Engineer
Maria Rice
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Volcano Choir
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Like I didn't know it
Choking on the pulp of it
Semper fi
You kept me on your long line
Tugging in the whole time
Keep shining on
And that silent head grip
Can't do it no more
The honey bin, the bunny's in
Is telling you there's a countdown
Oh, damn, your eyes
To add that one a long time
Sitting on a strip line
Said it will be a tall climb
Said that we could go back
Said that we could go find
Terra-forming
Said that you were coke blind
Drinking in dramnesic
Tore out at the comrade
That's a comrade
Making a comrade offer
That Ticonderoga's shit
Made my mind and my heart all split up over
The floor of the jackpot
There's a floor to the jackpot
Where'd you rise?
You don't even lie to me no more
They say you ain't a comrade
Still, I'd know you'd come back
For a folly-ridden Romeo, you break down a fortress now
Standing out in public
Stained with your conscience
I know that you love me
You are just lawless, son
Give it another fortnight
Eye to eye the culprit
Just rid the fucking pulpit
I ain't giving you another full ride
Underneath the combine
Said it didn't bump you right
Habitual falling right?
Right
Writer(s): Justin Vernon, Daniel Spack, Christopher Rosenau, Matthew Skemp, Jonathan Mueller, Thomas Wincek
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