Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wonder Stuff
The Wonder Stuff
Performer
Miles Hunt
Miles Hunt
Vocals
Malcolm Treece
Malcolm Treece
Guitar
Paul Clifford
Paul Clifford
Bass Guitar
Martin Gilks
Martin Gilks
Drums
Martin Bell
Martin Bell
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Hunt
Miles Hunt
Composer
Malcolm Treece
Malcolm Treece
Composer
Paul Clifford
Paul Clifford
Composer
Martin Gilks
Martin Gilks
Composer
Martin Bell
Martin Bell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pat Collier
Pat Collier
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

While mom and dad's are screaming over string beans It doesn't occur to them, they're sounding like two has-beens Political candidates are spitting kisses over babies And Hollywood's still making heroes out of crazies Rewind, backdate, leave your weapons at the gate Don't call me mate I'll seal your fate You work it out, but you're all too late Kick out the windows, damn place is like a hot house This cabin fever's got me spinning like a lighthouse There's nowhere to go but where you know Rewind, backdate, leave your weapons at the gate Don't call me mate I'll seal your fate You work it out, and you're all too late. I don't want to, I don't need to Give me something I'll agree to You're not funny, stuff your money I couldn't tell you all I've been through That's all it takes, don't unwind me Who's on the make? Get behind me I don't want to, I don't need to Give me something I'll agree to You're not funny, stuff your money I couldn't tell you all I've been through I don't want to, I don't need to Give me something I'll agree to You're not funny, stuff your money I couldn't tell you all I've been through That's all it takes, don't unwind me Who's on the make? Get behind me
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Martin Bell, Paul Clifford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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