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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Good
Matthew Good
Guitar
Blake Manning
Blake Manning
Drums
Stuart Cameron
Stuart Cameron
Guitar
Bob Buckley
Bob Buckley
Strings
Ruth Schipizky
Ruth Schipizky
Strings
Andrew Brown
Andrew Brown
Strings
Larisa Lebeda
Larisa Lebeda
Strings
Zoltan Rozsnyai
Zoltan Rozsnyai
Strings
Neil Miskey
Neil Miskey
Strings
Ariel Barnes
Ariel Barnes
Strings
Mary Brown
Mary Brown
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Good
Matthew Good
Composer
Bob Buckley
Bob Buckley
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Good
Matthew Good
Producer
Zach Blackstone
Zach Blackstone
Mixing Engineer
Mike Cashin
Mike Cashin
Engineer
Josh Bowin
Josh Bowin
Engineer
Roger Monk
Roger Monk
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

What will you find, where will you be When you've got to trade for company Those plastic guns and infantry For a silent army in the trees Well this ain't the woods behind the house There ain't nobody screaming out For you to come inside and eat You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed Wore camouflage on Halloween A plastic bag, an M-16 Door to door and house to house But there aint nobody handing it out Yeah, nothing's ever what it seems When you're kicking in teeth and wishing it dreams Just plastic guns and infantry For a silent army in the trees Well baby don't you let me down A world away and still somehow Can't shake the feeling that you're out With another man's arms wrapped tight around you At night it's cold, we sit and freeze Running red lights in our Humvees Never thought I'd live to see the day I'd be Afraid of little kids playing in the streets Well this ain't the woods behind the house There ain't nobody screaming out For you to come inside and eat You're just holding your friends and watching them bleed I'm on fire But all ice on the outside That old man in the sky Well he's all ice on the outside A muted wail out in the streets You watch the stage but burn the seats Two metal legs to get along You ain't got much without one to stand on Sometimes at night I hear it roll A hundred cars long pulling out slow Like the engineers inside my head Cold and dark like your side of the bed Yeah, nothing's ever what it seems And even if it is ends justify means With plastic guns and infantry For a silent army in the trees I'm on fire But all ice on the outside That old man in the sky Well he's all ice on the outside
Writer(s): Matthew Fredrick Robert Good Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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