Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Farriss
Keyboards
Jon Farriss
Drums
Tim Farriss
Lead Guitar
Michael Hutchence
Lead Vocals
Garry Gary Beers
Bass Guitar
Kirk Pengilly
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Farriss
Songwriter
Jon Farriss
Songwriter
Tim Farriss
Songwriter
Michael Hutchence
Songwriter
Kirk Pengilly
Songwriter
Garry Gary Beers
Songwriter
INXS
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Clapton
Producer
Alex Vertikoff
Engineer
David Walsh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Ibbotson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
There's this place full of mountain heads
Living and chewing on the fat
Built upon the hazy plan
Like foundations slipping through the sand
Long teeth and whiskers like a rat
Fearing only those present
They got zero emotion
And everybody's fed up with that
Put the lights out, fair weather ahead
Whoa, these strange new creatures
Ah-ah, they won't be led
Warm outside but very cold within
Followed and praised for many years
They got all the promotions
And isn't that the way it's always been
History's written, always red
Its pages are painful and clear
It's so full of devotion
Makes you wonder where it could have led
Put the lights out, fair weather ahead
Oh, these strange new creatures
Ah-ah, they won't be led
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
There's this place full of mountain heads
Living and chewing on the fat
Built upon the hazy plan
Like foundations slipping through the sand
Put the lights out, fair weather ahead
Whoa, these strange new creatures
Oh-oh, they won't be led
Put the lights out, fair weather ahead
Whoa, these strange new creatures
Aha, they won't be led
Writer(s): Kirk Pengilly, Garry William Beers, Andrew Charles Farriss, Timothy William Farriss, Michael Kelland Hutchence, Jonathan James Farriss
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