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Car Seat Headrest - Connect the Dots (The Saga of Frank Sinatra) (Live on KEXP)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Car Seat Headrest
Car Seat Headrest
Performer
Will Toledo
Will Toledo
Vocals
Andrew Katz
Andrew Katz
Drums
Ethan Ives
Ethan Ives
Guitar
Jim DeJoie
Jim DeJoie
Saxophone
Jon Maus
Jon Maus
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Toledo
Will Toledo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Toledo
Will Toledo
Mixing Engineer
José Díaz Rohena
José Díaz Rohena
Engineer
Steve Fisk
Steve Fisk
Producer

Lyrics

Little boy says I'll be in love with my fists Little boy says I'll be in love with my punches Little boy says, "What should I do with my hands, mom?" Little boy is told not to do anything wrong When I die I'll be taken to the constellations Have a drink, relax, there'll be some introductions This is Cassiopeia, this is Orion This is Cindy and this is Nathan That's Chrissy and the other Nathan I know that it's a lot to remember says mother I know that it's a lot to remember says father I know that it's a lot to remember says mother I know that it's a lot to remember says father I speak these words in utter isolation I drive the car in a line from star to stardom Little boy says I'll touch the heart of the nation Little boy says I'll punch the heart of everyone When I die I'll be taken to the constellations Have a drink, relax, there'll be some introductions This is Cassiopeia, this is Orion This is Cindy and this is Nathan I just met him, no that's the other Nathan I know that it's a lot to remember says mother I know that it's a lot to remember says father I know that it's a lot to remember says mother I know that it's a lot to remember says someone You won't see who you want to see there No one will want to be in your band You'll have to learn how to make it on your own Spend a little time with your own hand (We were heroes back home We are heroes back home We were heroes back home We were heroes back home) Little boy says I'll be in love with my fists And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job And we're never gonna, never gonna get a job Fuck off teens!
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