Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gav Gray
Bass Guitar
Ricky Warwick
Vocals
The Almighty
Performer
Nick Parsons
Guitar
Stumpy Munroe
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Parsons
Songwriter
Fraser McAvoy
Songwriter
Richard Warwick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Marshall Smith
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Recording Engineer
Daniel Rey
Producer
Lyrics
Dark daze, in a dark place, need to get loaded up
On a diet of fantasied
Long face in a sad place, sink another wish again
The t.v.s. a Babylon suicide
So we take, yeah we hate and the fake pulp fiction
Is the story of our lives, erase with eyes glazed
Wrapped up in celluloid
Gotta get a message to you
The other side keeps breaking on through
Gotta get a message to you
In time you'll learn to hate the world
That hates you
Doesn't matter if don't wanna make
A conversation, about an alien invasion
Small talk from a small corner
Where lost sanity's a game
We never get to playing
So we break, what we make and the fake pulp fiction
Is the story of our lives
Erase with eyes glazed, hung up on celluloid
Gotta get a message to you
The other side keeps breaking on through
Gotta get a message to you
In time you'll learn to hate the world
That hates you
Writer(s): Richard Desmond Warwick, Fraser Graeme Mc Avoy, Nick Parsons
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