Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SWMRS
Performer
Cole Becker
Guitar
Max Becker
Vocals
Sebastian Mueller
Bass
Joey Armstrong
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Becker
Songwriter
Joseph Marciano Armstrong
Songwriter
Max Becker
Songwriter
Sebastian Mueller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Zac Carper
Producer
Lyrics
Midnight strikes we're on our own watching our tv
The moon is full, our clothes come off
Blame it on biology
The man from New York City said he's gonna make us huge
But it's rigged for fun, yeah a loaded gun
Darling what's the use?
Singing we don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
We don't need your stupid bullet, anyways
Alright
Juvenile behavior, Do my antics make you scared?
When you're looking for a savior, but our heros never cared
You're savin' up your stock pile, fight off werewolf youth
You're savin' up your stock pile, but we can take the abuse
Alright, singing we don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
We don't need your stupid bullet, anyways
So don't shoot
Singing, we don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
We don't need your stupid bullet, anyways
It goes bang, (don't shoot)
(don't shoot)
It goes bang, (don't shoot)
It goes bang, bang, bang, (don't shoot)
It goes bang, bang, bang, bang, (don't shoot)
Writer(s): Sebastian Andreas Fritsch Mueller, Joseph Marciano Armstrong, Max Steven Becker, Cole Michael Becker
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