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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Fender
Vocals
Thom Lewis
Programming
Dean Thompson
Guitar
Joe Atkinson
Synthesiser
Tom Ungerer
Bass
Drew Michael
Drums
Johnny Davies
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Fender
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thom Lewis
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Mark Broughton
Engineer
Alex Borwick
Assistant Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Bramwell Bronte
Producer
Lyrics
Something changed at 24
Spent my days moving to and fro
From the bed to the bathroom floor
Tear away my rancid skin
This must be penance for my evasion
Of death's returning claw
Should've died a thousand times
Sick kid paradigm
Death's working over time
Worry about my brother a lot
Don't really talk enough
Can't seem to say the right thing
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
Something waning in my head
Can't sleep and I'm seeing things
And I can't stand the sight of myself
"It's a generation thing"
Said one of the old boys back in the boozer
On his tenth pint of the day
So we shy away from it
Accept it for what it is
We're all born and raised and maimed
Dog tails you like a hound
Then clarity brings it out
Gotta fight it hand to hand
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
There's time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
We're alright, we're alright
We're alright, we're alright
We're alright
Writer(s): Sam Fender
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