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PERFORMING ARTISTS
American Music Club
American Music Club
Performer
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Lead Vocals
Vudi
Vudi
Electric Guitar
Sean Hoffman
Sean Hoffman
Bass Guitar
Steve Didelot
Steve Didelot
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Agata Jarosz, Arne Neurand, Gregor Kutschera, Manuel Haglmüller, Michael Wolff, Roman Gaisböck, Stefan Lichtenberger
Composer
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Trumfio
Dave Trumfio
Producer

Lyrics

When she first saw him in her blood she knew her role He'd be king of the castle, she'd be the riches he stole Some only wander through the empty rooms of their soul Beneath the ashes of others to make 'em whole She looks in his eyes when he brings out his gun His uniform is open, he has a great Buzz arm He says bitch dance with me, I'm sick of the sun He shakes his money maker without the safety on She tells herself don't ever act afraid This is not how my debts will be paid And she never wants his good time to fade When the hatred starts to flash twilight from his blade He holds his gun loose and free like it's a toy Like an orchestra conductor who surrenders to the joy He feels his destiny, he feels it like a boy It's too important for anyone to destroy So around and around they go on the rug by the bed He's pulling out all his best moves, he is cool as Wonder Bread And then the gun goes off and paints his face all red When she was dancing with him, he was dancing with the dead You can forget your shadow, you can forget your dream But if you say the right words your uniform is clean He loves those caps and glasses, he loves what they mean They show the world that he is on the winning team
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