Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Turin Brakes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olly Knights
Composer
Gale Paridjanian
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Turin Brakes
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
David Treahearn
Assistant Engineer
Rob Haggett
Assistant Engineer
Alex Dromgoole
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Shakhovskoy
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
The dad he was fifty, the kid was nine years old
he stood there like a miracle, with the kid's heart in his hold
I think I might be dying, atleast that's what I'm told
inside kid is crying, for the dream has just been sold
I'm only nine, I'm already feeling the strain
it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain
well it's just a losers game, dad
it's just a loser's game
Oh come try and catch me, oh catch me if you can
I'll be the first to miss the grip of your hairless boney hands
Well people run for shopping malls but you're waiting in the sky
Oh which consumer will you crush and which will you let back
I'm only nine, I'm already feeling the strain
it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain
well it's just a losers game, dad
it's just a loser's game
Oh, put the sun in the back of this vehicle
remember the sun, where the beach boys were playing
run for the sun
Oh dad, ain't it sad
that we're on this road to nowhere
Oh dad, ain't it sad
that we're on this road to nowhere
Oh dad, ain't it sad
that we're on this road to nowhere
I know
I'm only nine, I'm already feeling the strain
it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain
well it's just a losers game, dad
it's just a loser's game
Writer(s): Oliver Knights, Gale Paridjanian
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