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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Keyboards
Luke Spiller
Luke Spiller
Vocals
Adam Slack
Adam Slack
Electric Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Jed Elliott
Jed Elliott
Bass Guitar
Dino Franchi
Dino Franchi
Piano
Gethin Davies
Gethin Davies
Drums
Steve Patrick
Steve Patrick
Trumpet
Barry Green
Barry Green
Trombone
Mark Douthit
Mark Douthit
Saxophone
Jovan Quallo
Jovan Quallo
Saxophone
SACCO
SACCO
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Spiller
Luke Spiller
Songwriter
Adam Slack
Adam Slack
Songwriter
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Horn Arranger
The Struts
The Struts
Arranger
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Struts
The Struts
Producer
Natt Webb
Natt Webb
Producer
Julian Raymond
Julian Raymond
Additional Producer
Scott Borchetta
Scott Borchetta
Executive Producer
Howard Willing
Howard Willing
Recording Engineer
Trenton Woodman
Trenton Woodman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Editing Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Brian Judd
Brian Judd
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Chagnon
Adam Chagnon
Additional Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Eric Borash
Eric Borash
Guitar Technician
Paul Simmons
Paul Simmons
Drum Technician

Lyrics

I got a wicked tongue that's like a storm in rage And my heart's always said I had balls bigger than my brains, my brains I had a lot of dreams walking down these streets But ambition never said I had shoes bigger than my feet, my feet Angel wings, romantic swings Coffee cups and OK! magazines But baby, I need more Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love You gotta help me out Sister, gimme some medicine I've been a gentleman Gotta help me out Been dealing all my business up on Primrose Hill Money is my weapon and my bullets are dressing to kill Yeah, I kill 'em babe So, I'm cutting all my profits on the tabletop Turning on the tap but the water never stops flowing Where the hell am I going? Silhouettes and TV sets Looking like a young starved suffragette But baby, I need more Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love You gotta help me out Sister, gimme some medicine I've been a gentleman Gotta help me out My bloody knuckles are swinging in my self-defence (in my defence) Life sometimes is a big joke and I laugh at my expense (laugh at my expense) You can write it on a napkin in a cocktail bar I can walk you back to Heaven but it's just too far Here it comes, the rain and sun The what I was, then what I have become, yeah Doctor, gimme some blood (gimme, gimme) I'm all out of love You gotta help me out (you know I'm out of love) Sister, gimme some medicine I've been a gentleman Gotta help me out (Can you hear me, baby, baby?) You gotta help me (everyone needs time) Help me (but I ain't got enough to give it) You gotta help me out (help me out) You gotta help me (everyone needs time) Help me (but I ain't got enough to give it) You gotta help me out (you gotta help me out) You gotta help me Help me You gotta help me out You gotta help me Help me You gotta help me out
Writer(s): Luke Spiller, Adam Slack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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