Top Songs By Ten Kills the Pack
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marcus Paquin
Percussion
Sean Sroka
Vocals
Liam O'Neill
Drums
Mishka Stein
Bass
Joe Grass
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Sroka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus Paquin
Producer
Sean Sroka
Producer
Drew Jureka
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
James Johnston
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Tired, broken, bruised
Just a a little overwhelmed
Trying to make it through
Bit of help?
Words will mean nothing
Till their coming out of someone like you
If I don't hate what I'm saying
By the time I've kept playing them through
I don't know why I would start this
When I don't know where I'll finish
And I read once
Not everybody's an artist
But everyone's a goddamn critic
I'm tired, broken, bruised
Took a couple hours and years
Just to get here today
And I'm humbled by the chance to play
You never know who will hear
But are you hearing yourself?
You wanna live it for free
You wanna feel what I felt
I don't know why I would start this when
I don't know where I'll finish not everybody's an artist
But everyone's a goddamn critic I'm tired, broken, and bruised
Is all that work worth this much?
I'll have to take your word for it and take the fifty bucks
Is all that work worth this much?
I'll have to take your word for it and take the fifty bucks
Give me the fifty bucks
Give me the fifty bucks
Am I worth enough?
Am I worth your love?
Writer(s): Sean Sroka
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