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Description
Producer: The Knocks
Producer: Marky Style
Featured Vocals: Weezer
Featured Vocals: Royal & the Serpent
Mixer: Chris Galland
Masterer: Dave Kutch
Writer: Benjamin Ruttner
Writer: James Patterson
Writer: Marky Style
Writer: Rivers Cuomo
Writer: Ross Clark
Writer: Ryan Jillian Santiago
Writer: Yoshi Flower
Lyrics and translation
Original
T-touch the pleasure.
T-taste the pain.
Turn it upside down as the world spins round at your break-by pace.
This is getting explosive. This is getting too hot.
You're the type I need to be murdering me in the name of rock.
Maybe it's for the good of mankind.
Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm.
Going in hard, we ain't too proud to be begging like that.
Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm.
Getting the call, we ain't too proud to be begging like that.
Clutch under pressure.
Ice in my veins.
Maybe all my flaws give me my powers, I was born this way.
I go way too fast. Run away, car crash. Running out gas.
Dance like the night pitch black. We tripped all the wires, lit all the fires. Sniffed out the lies.
I wonder why. Maybe it's for the good of mankind.
Woo. Sound the alarm.
Sound the alarm.
Going in hard, we ain't too proud to be begging like that. Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm.
Getting the call, we ain't too proud to be begging like that.
-Woo.
-Maybe it's for you.
Maybe it's for you.
Maybe it's for the good of man. Maybe, maybe it's for you.
-Maybe it's for you. -Maybe it's for the good of man.
Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm.
Going in hard, we ain't too proud to be begging like that. Sound the alarm. Sound the alarm.
Getting the call, we ain't too proud to be begging like that.