Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Kooks
Performer
Luke Pritchard
Vocals
Hugh Harris
Guitar
Max Rafferty
Bass Guitar
Paul Garred
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Pritchard
Songwriter
Hugh Harris
Songwriter
Max Rafferty
Songwriter
Paul Garred
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Hoffer
Producer
Todd Burke
Recording Engineer
Ben Mason
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ian Dowling
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael H. Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Keith Gary
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Will Hensley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Viciously, she sleeps and walks along her lonely beat
She trips, falls into it all and I wish I'd bite my lip
And crawl up away from you, my little one
Oh, from you, my little one
Don't come too close, you don't wanna see my ghost
You're rotten but I'm betrayed by you, my sweetheart
And don't you think that you went too far?
Do you want to see my heart bleed?
For you, you and him, him and you, you know my heart bleeds
All of us, we're going out tonight
We're gonna walk all over your cars
The Kooks are out in the street
Oh, we're gonna steal your skies
All of us, we're going out tonight
We're gonna walk all over your cars
The Kooks are out in the street
Oh, they're gonna steal your
I'm sorry that I let you go
I let you down, I let you down, my dear
I always seem to play these games with you, my dear
I always, s-s-s-so
I always, so
All of us, we're going out tonight
We're gonna walk all over your cars
The Kooks are out in the street
Oh, we're gonna steal your skies
All of us, we're going out tonight
We're gonna walk all over your cars
The Kooks are out in the street
Oh, they're gonna steal your skies
Oh, oh, my Juliet, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I'll never betray you, my love
Oh, oh, my Juliet
I'll never betray you, my love
All of us, we're going out tonight (whoa, whoa)
We're gonna walk all over your cars
The Kooks are out in the street (whoa, whoa)
Oh, we're gonna steal your skies
All of us, we're going out tonight (whoa, whoa)
We're gonna walk all over your cars
The Kooks are out in the street (whoa, whoa)
Oh, we're gonna steal your skies
And don't come too close, you don't wanna see my ghost
You're rotten but I'm betrayed by you, my sweetheart
Writer(s): Paul Harris, Max Rafferty, Luke Pritchard, Paul Garred
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