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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SWMRS
SWMRS
Performer
Cole Becker
Cole Becker
Guitar
Max Becker
Max Becker
Vocals
Sebastian Mueller
Sebastian Mueller
Bass
Joey Armstrong
Joey Armstrong
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Becker
Cole Becker
Songwriter
Joseph Marciano Armstrong
Joseph Marciano Armstrong
Songwriter
Max Becker
Max Becker
Songwriter
Sebastian Mueller
Sebastian Mueller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Zac Carper
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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