Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Good
Vocals
Warne Livesey
Piano
Blake Manning
Drums
Peter Fusco
Bass
Stuart Cameron
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Good
Songwriter
Warne Livesey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Warne Livesey
Producer
Nyles Spencer
Engineer
Andy Vandette
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Little fish, boat's too full, down you go
Breathing in salt and fuel, tiny gulps
Statistically, it's commonplace, you're not alone
So, end like this, instead of shot back at home
The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place?
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Little man, Northern France, winter's cold
800 hours, 4, 000 miles, feet alone
No one I know would even dare it, let alone
Shantytown, bleeding out in the shadows
The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place?
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase,
Writer(s): Matthew Fredrick Robert Good, Warne Livesey
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