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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Murlocs
The Murlocs
Performer
Nicholas Craig
Nicholas Craig
Guitar
Andrew Crossley
Andrew Crossley
Bass Guitar
Matt Blach
Matt Blach
Drums
Callum Shortal
Callum Shortal
Guitar
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Callum Shortal
Callum Shortal
Composer
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Murlocs
The Murlocs
Producer
Mikey Young
Mikey Young
Mixing Engineer
Stu Mackenzie
Stu Mackenzie
Engineer
Paul Maybury
Paul Maybury
Engineer
Joe Carra
Joe Carra
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Frozen fingertips all stiff and tired Trucks scream by and my eyes stay wired Shaking vibrations from the howling wind Whispering everything will eventually cave in Self pity for being in a pile The lonely clown in exile Got my doctor on speed dial He's put me under the suicidal file There's a better way than being this fragile And I know I'll be waiting for a while I'm sure I'll be watching this hourglass Slowing down over every bump in my path I think I might just stay outside tonight Sit on the couch, stare out 'til I lose my sight Wonder 'bout the minor felons locked up in juvenile camps Sedated 'til they become more of a sensible man Passing swiftly with a frequent dash You can imagine the fast crash Not a second more to elaborate They're all bound to be jailbait Self pity for being in a pile The lonely clown in exile Got my doctor on speed dial He's put me under the suicidal file There's a better way than being this fragile And I know I'll be waiting for a while I'm sure I'll be watching this hourglass Slowing down over every bump in my path Yes, I am the loneliest lonely clown I'm renowned for being down Somehow I'm a magnet for this roundabout
Writer(s): Ambrose Kenny Smith, Callum Shortal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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