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DOPE LEMON - GOLDEN GOD (OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DOPE LEMON
DOPE LEMON
Vocals
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Piano
Ben Edgar
Ben Edgar
Electric Guitar
Leigh Fisher
Leigh Fisher
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Edgar
Ben Edgar
Composer
Angus Stone
Angus Stone
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DOPE LEMON
DOPE LEMON
Producer
Ben Edgar
Ben Edgar
Recording Engineer
Eric J
Eric J
Recording Engineer
Paul Pilsneniks
Paul Pilsneniks
Recording Engineer
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, them Egyptian pharaohs came down from the clouds to watch us groove with snakes up on the hill Did you know the human eye can see more shades of green than any other colour? It's unusual, but that's life You need to see what's good in the world, otherwise how you gonna live at all? The wind, the rain, the pain, the shame, take it all Put it in a seashell, do all the right things but let that butter melt in your mouth You're a spectacular golden god And we all live and die by the principle that the big bad wolf of the world one day will lose all sense of time It's gold, son And it doesn't mean a thing If she wants to go get lost in someone else's eyes Just let it be, son Just let it be If she wants to go get lost in someone else's eyes Just let it be, son Just let it be One day you'll understand It's best to let the horses run free Can't afford my gasoline, son It's gold, son It's gold I try to do the right thing, but that damn butter won't melt in my mouth Hell baby, you can't afford my gasoline There's no way to know that happens till you're staring down the barrel of a gun There's no way to know that happens till you're out in the desert dying of thirst in that hot hot sun You ain't got the sand for it, son Me, I'm gonna die in an old shack by the sea I'll be fighting for the justice of the ones that want to live free Man, Teddy Roosevelt gave an entire speech with a bullet lodged in his chest It was a matter of duty The poor sucker should've worn a vest Every head must bow, every tongue must confess You the best But I didn't want you hitching your wagon to my star If she wants to go get lost in someone else's eyes Just let it be, son Just let it be If she wants to go get lost in someone else's eyes Just let it be, son Just let it be One day you'll understand It's best to let the horses run free Can't afford my gasoline, son It's gold, son It's gold If she wants to go get lost in someone else's eyes Just let it be, son Just let it be If she wants to go get lost in someone else's eyes Just let it be, son Just let it be One day you'll understand It's best to let the horses run free Can't afford my gasoline, son It's gold, son It's gold Can't afford my gasoline, son It's gold
Writer(s): Angus Stone, Ben Edgar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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