Paul Frederick - lead vocals
Christopher Cordoba - guitar, synths, programming, backing vocals
James Watson - bass, treatments
David Watson - backing vocals

Produced by Christopher R Clark
Engineered by David Watson
Mixed by David Watson and Christopher Cordoba

Lyrics

Oh god I‘m so dumb sitting here waiting for the words to come
With nothing to say about Russian symbolism or politics today
I should take a view on nuclear submission, recycling and the news
A quick round of manhattans that’s the end of the day

Gonna lie down in the street - tie myself to a tree
Put my head in the railings so you can’t move me
I wont move along until you prove me wrong
Gonna lie down in the street - tie myself to a tree

The green lights disappear into the red fog of the next disastrous year
I can’t take a stand without supporting something that’s just an evil brand
Everything has changed, the place seems different somehow its all been rearranged
I can’t get around without losing my balance on the underground

Gonna lie down in the street - tie myself to a tree
Put my head in the railings so you can’t move me
I wont move along until you prove me wrong
Gonna lie down in the street - tie myself to a tree