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