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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Urban Dance Squad
Urban Dance Squad
Performer
Patrick Tilon
Patrick Tilon
Vocals
René van Barneveld
René van Barneveld
Guitar
Michel Schoots
Michel Schoots
Drums
Silvano Matadin
Silvano Matadin
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Tilon
Patrick Tilon
Lyrics
René van Barneveld
René van Barneveld
Composer
Michel Schoots
Michel Schoots
Composer
Silvano Matadin
Silvano Matadin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Urban Dance Squad
Urban Dance Squad
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Phil Nicolo
Phil Nicolo
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Weiss
Andrew Weiss
Producer
Tom Rothrock
Tom Rothrock
Engineer
Rob Schnapf
Rob Schnapf
Engineer
Michel Andina
Michel Andina
Assistant Engineer
Benjamin Bertozzi
Benjamin Bertozzi
Assistant Engineer
Christoph Gerard
Christoph Gerard
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Finally the truth shone through It's all hell when the smell's on you Used to read all the papers Mags that caught the vapors Takin' a crap with the tab, ain't takin' no shit Who turns to be the vandal What's the drugscandal Shit worn out like a pair of hippiesandals Stuff got really trippy on me I blew the picture huge Like a skippy, and see It's all out-o'-proportions Their notion, presumption The speculation - causin' irritation like guitar distortion Yep, pencils get pushed, poison flows out Printing on paper, paper on the doormat Watch brothers scream out How to live with a big knife, avoid the daylight Hawk with bloodred eyes Through the night? Finally the truth shone through It's all hell when the smell's on you Got to live a life through, hectic like a zoo Got to go for what you know, what would you do? Avoid the paperstand and Cast glances elsewhere and On your feet when the heat is on withstand Be a man The titan with the item, hard to beat and fight 'em Some come to throw the odds against And simply duck-'n-slide them Got the thing right, professionalism opposite Heard the cynicism, watch how it get dropped kid! Wreck with the data Flow like a feather Get yourself in check, expect heavy weather So finally the truth shone through Take the papers when I got to do A heavy poo-poo Ask myself what's new, ask myself what's new And flush the toilet through
Writer(s): Martinus H. Michel Schoots, Patrick I. Tilon, Silvano Christiano Matadin, Rene H J Barneveld Van Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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