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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Navarro
Lead Guitar
Perry Farrell
Lead Vocals
Stephen Perkins
Drums
Eric Avery
Bass Guitar
Charlie Bisharat
Electric Violin
Geoff Stradling
Piano
Phil Shenale
String Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Navarro
Songwriter
Perry Farrell
Songwriter
Stephen Perkins
Songwriter
Eric Avery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Perry Farrell
Producer
Ron Champagne
Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Dave Jerden
Producer
Lyrics
Now her paints are dry
And I looked outside
At the corner boys, yeah
Hey, oh, where did you go?
I don't know
I went to see your pictures
I spread them across the floor
So this is where they are shown
They're probably saying to you
If you keep it up, you'll be born
But you won't ever listen
I'll bet
Burnt, dying grass
Scorched by the sun
The buildings remain
We will beat them all to dust
I'll bet
Pulled from a headless shell
That blinked on and off hotel
Now the nameless dwell
They hold your key and turn your knob
I'll bet
Will you say hello to my ma?
Will you pay a visit to her?
She was an artist, just as you were
I'd have introduced you to her
She would take me out on Sundays
We'd go laughing through the garbage
She repaired legs like a doctor
On the kitchen chairs we sat on
She was unhappy, just as you were
Unhappy, just as you were
Unhappy, just as you were
Unhappy, just as you were
Writer(s): Eric Adam Avery, Perry Farrell, David Michael Navarro, Stephen Andrew Perkins
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