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Dance Gavin Dance - Long Nights In Jail (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
Guitar
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Screams
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can't defend your code, nothing lasts forever Sneaky undertones give way to adventure Don't tell me what to believe No, don't tell me when to be free Hatch another tale for you to sell Story's getting stale, we know the smell You like 'em in submission But all you give is ammunition You underrate their intuition They won't ask for your permission Dinner jacket, how's the rabbit taste on your tongue? Finer palate, how's your dad's estate? Are you looking for love? Copacetic, manifest and get the deal done Fight the, fight the, fight the, fight the revolution Long nights in jail I think I met the one, he posted my bail Took me to Heaven when we manned up and scaled 11 stories making plans to fight the, to fight the revolution Get up out my house, I know you're both lying You look older than your age, and yeah, I think you're dying I'll shoot you in my yard, I love to hear crying Get up out my house, bitch, I ain't Bryan Don't tell me what to believe No, don't tell me when to be free Save it for the sheep already tamed I answer to me, unashamed You like 'em in submission But all you give is ammunition You underrate their intuition They won't ask for your permission Dinner jacket, how's the rabbit taste on your tongue? Finer palate, how's your dad's estate? Are you looking for love? Copacetic, manifest and get the deal done Fight the, fight the, fight the, fight the revolution Long nights in jail I think I met the one, he posted my bail Took me to Heaven when we manned up and scaled 11 stories making plans to fight the, to fight the revolution Get up out my house, I know you're both lying You look older than your age, and yeah, I think you're dying I'll shoot you in my yard, I love to hear crying Get up out my house, bitch, I ain't Bryan
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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