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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Black
Guitar
Richard Beddoe
Drums
Rick Jackett
Guitar
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Vocals
Sean Anderson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Jackett
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
James Black
Songwriter
Richard Beddoe
Songwriter
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny K
Producer
Tadpole
Engineer
Justin Wilk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
We left and as soon as we did I knew
There was a bad taste in our mouths
Awareness didn't come too soon
But you finally tasted it too
It's just another case of fucking up
A perfectly good afternoon
Every manner that I forgot
Could have helped me out of acting cruel
But I wasn't in the least distraught
Though my jokes were bombing
I got to feeling like my timing was off
But baby that's just not me
So as far as anyone can see
They'd be helpless not to agree
They're driving miles between us three
It was them versus you versus me
And as soon as we drove right through
Thirty seconds without a word
It was then that I knew for sure
I wasn't gonna hear a word from you
And the road became the radio
And we scowled at the beautiful trees
I was thinking of what went wrong
I thought baby it's not just me
So as far as anyone can see
They'd be helpless not to agree
They're driving miles between us three
It was them versus you versus me
So as far as anyone can see
They'd be helpless not to agree
They're driving miles between us three
It was them versus you versus me
Writer(s): Robert Anderson, James Black, Richard Jackett, Sean Anderson, Richard Beddoe
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