More songs by IDLES
More songs by Caught Stealing Movie
Description
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Jeremy Snyder
Recording Engineer, Composer, Producer: Mark Bowen
Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Joseph Talbot
Composer Lyricist: Joseph Talbot
Composer: Mark Bowen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey.
Hey. Hey. More stress, more cane, more dough. I'll cope,
I'll cope, I'll cope. More stress, more cane, more dough.
I was hiding. I was mortified there.
I was lying through my teeth.
I can testify that we will get by there.
They're beyond belief. I was unfaithful.
Oh so awful.
The pills they tell me I'm six and mean.
In the end it was you. I thought we were through.
No need to celebrate.
More stress, more cane, more dough. I'll cope, I'll cope, I'll cope.
More stress, more cane, more dough.
I sure was hurting from the very start, hey.
I capote for what I've done.
No lie, I swear I'll pay my dues for how I feel.
I lie down in the belly of the brazen bull.
Oh so, so, so little dog keep pissing on my hydrangeas.
Chase me, hiding from the violence.
The turning sands roll from chaos.
Stressed out, stressed out to eternity. Yeah.
Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days. Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days. Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days
English translation
Hey.
Hey. Hey. More stress, more cane, more dough. I'll cope,
I'll cope, I'll cope. More stress, more cane, more dough.
I was hiding. I was mortified there.
I was lying through my teeth.
I can testify that we will get by there.
They're beyond belief. I was unfaithful.
Oh so awful.
The pills they tell me I'm six and mean.
In the end it was you. I thought we were through.
No need to celebrate.
More stress, more cane, more dough. I'll cope, I'll cope, I'll cope.
More stress, more cane, more dough.
I sure was hurting from the very start, hey.
I capote for what I've done.
No lie, I swear I'll pay my dues for how I feel.
I lie down in the belly of the brazen bull.
Oh so, so, so little dog keep pissing on my hydrangeas.
Chase me, hiding from the violence.
The turning sands roll from chaos.
Stressed out, stressed out to eternity. Yeah.
Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days. Better days.
Better days. Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days. Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days. Better days.
Better days.
Better days. Better days