Listen to The Downtown Dinosaur Gang, Pt. 3 by Galleons

The Downtown Dinosaur Gang, Pt. 3

Galleons

Metal

13 Shazams

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Galleons
Galleons
Performer
Anastasia Sereda
Anastasia Sereda
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evgeny Starshinov
Evgeny Starshinov
Composer
Maxim Shepelev
Maxim Shepelev
Composer
Thomas John Byrne
Thomas John Byrne
Songwriter
Sergey Rodionov
Sergey Rodionov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer
Roman Kharyukov
Roman Kharyukov
Mixing Engineer
Zbigniew Piotrowski
Zbigniew Piotrowski
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

He finds it hard to see the pawns Overshadowed by the plays on convertible boards Who is that roaring near the king? I think she might just be the queen Her brand-new car is just a ghost It needs no gas, it runs on toast She's not alone, she brings a Glock to kill a dinosaur (aye!) Down we go I wonder what there'll be left to see Back at home after this world's collapsed on me (home after this world's collapsed on me) Pandora's box didn't require a key So you opened it, opened it, opened it freely And now we're chased down the avenues of this city They look at us like a meal while salivating Their breath is foetid, their hunger insatiable In part three, they're fucking unbeatable (they're fucking unbeatable) Wild stars fill the blackest hearts But we still shine bright, even when apart Constantly thinking of what we should do Even age resents us Take me back to my youth Some things are lost and never found You can't take back what's missing now I can't breathe under the words, so I drown (You must hate the way they sound) Their voices cry to be heard out Free of prejudice and doubt I can't breathe under the words, so I drown He finds it hard to see the pawns Overshadowed by the plays on convertible boards Who is that roaring near the king? I think she might just be the queen Her brand-new car is just a ghost It needs no gas, it runs on toast She's not alone, she brings a Glock to kill a dinosaur! You caught me bleeding emotion just to feel again I cut myself to see the colours in the crevices It's slowly fading as it's flowing down my fingertips In part three, I don't care where it fucking drips Watch your back, it's getting late Remember now, you didn't close the gate You've ruined the party, don't you see it, smarty I get drunk, hardcore, and punch a dinosaur I bleed emotion (I bleed emotion) Just you let it drip I don't care if I fill an ocean I wake in a sweat Head to toe, I'm spent Let me sink below the surface Let me sink like lead I wake in a sweat Head to toe, I'm spent Let me sink below the surface Let me sink like lead! Some things are lost and never found You can't take back what's missing now I can't breathe under the words, so I drown (You must hate the way they sound) Their voices cry to be heard out Free of prejudice and doubt I can't breathe under the words, so I drown
Writer(s): Evgeny Starshinov, Maxim Shepelev, Sergey Rodionov, Thomas John Byrne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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