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Yellow Teeth
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Protest the Hero
Protest the Hero
Performer
Rody Walker
Rody Walker
Vocals
Luke Hoskin
Luke Hoskin
Guitar
Tim Millar
Tim Millar
Guitar
Arif Mirabdolbaghi
Arif Mirabdolbaghi
Bass Guitar
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Drums
Jadea Kelly
Jadea Kelly
Vocals
Raha Javanfar
Raha Javanfar
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rody Walker
Rody Walker
Composer
Luke Hoskin
Luke Hoskin
Composer
Tim Millar
Tim Millar
Composer
Arif Mirabdolbaghi
Arif Mirabdolbaghi
Composer
Cameron McLellan
Cameron McLellan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron McLellan
Cameron McLellan
Producer
Anthony Calabretta
Anthony Calabretta
Producer

Lyrics

Passing judgment with haste and laying to waste those who stand before us and dishonour the faith. A dramatic opinion, but an opinion the same. An attempt now to make right, not to enthrall or defame. An opinion piece, one after another. Laid fat from feast, one after another. A man is nothing more than what others claim he is, so speak clear and ill of me and so it will be. The grating sound of my voice. The yellowing of my teeth. Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me. Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me. I found myself awake last night. May the players take their place, repeat their lines exactly to my public disgrace. The years exaggerate how horrible it was to be stricken silent with no explanation for the cause. I can't be the only one losing sleep over things I should or shouldn't have done. They are the rope around the neck. They are the blade pressed to the wrist. It might seem detrimental, but it's meaningless. Left to my own devices, I am strange. I'm a liar-entertained. They are the rope around the neck. They are the blade pressed to the wrist. It might seem detrimental, but it's meaningless. They are the rope around the neck. They are the blade pressed to the wrist. It might seem detrimental, but it's meaningless. A man is nothing more than what others claim he is, so speak clear and ill of me and so it will be. The grating sound of my voice. The yellowing of my teeth. Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me. Speak up. Speak clear. Speak ill of me. I am no one to be reviled. I am no one to be admired. Jumping rope at the end of the street, I am everyone, and everyone is me.
Writer(s): Tim Millar, Arif Mirabodlbaghi, Rody Walker, Lucas Hoskin, Cameron Mclellan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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