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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Performer
Trenton Woodley
Trenton Woodley
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Austin Pearson
Alexander Austin Pearson
Songwriter
Matthew Luke Cooper
Matthew Luke Cooper
Songwriter
Joel Alexander Tyrrell
Joel Alexander Tyrrell
Songwriter
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Songwriter
Colin Brittain
Colin Brittain
Songwriter
Lee Anna McCollum
Lee Anna McCollum
Songwriter
Trenton Woodley
Trenton Woodley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Brittain
Colin Brittain
Producer
Alex Prieto
Alex Prieto
Engineer
James Paul Wisner
James Paul Wisner
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Acid in the back of my throat Breathing in second-hand smoke You got me at the end of my rope Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke Biting down hard on my tongue 'Till I can taste, I can taste blood My mouth is like a loaded gun Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs You're killing me I'll take you down for free You don't deserve to breathe But here I am, here I am, still hearing your speech Because I've had enough I'm gonna shut you up 'Cause you've said too much Acid in the back of my throat Breathing in second-hand smoke You got me at the end of my rope Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke Biting down hard on my tongue 'Till I can taste, I can taste blood My mouth is like a loaded gun Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs 'Cause you're killing me I'll take you down for free You don't deserve to breathe But here I am, here I am, still hearing your speech Because I've had enough I'm gonna shut you up 'Cause you've said too much 'Cause you've said too much 'Cause you've said too much Biting down hard on my tongue 'Till I can taste, I can taste blood My mouth is like a loaded gun Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs I'll set your world on fire You've cut the wrong damn wire My good sense is gone, and I'm cutting you Cutting you down from your throne I'm blacking out Going down and I'm not taking prisoners I can cut you down on my own Going down and I'm not taking prisoners I can cut you down on my own Acid in the back of my throat Breathing in second-hand smoke You got me at the end of my rope Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke
Writer(s): Luke Cooper, Joel Tyrrell, Matthew Parkitny, Lee Anna Mccollum, Alexander Pearson, Trenton Smith, Colin Brittain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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