GETCHA! (with Nic Cester, Jet & Chad Smith) - prod. Tom Morello
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Description
Associated Performer: Thomas Raggi with Nic Cester, Jet, Chad Smith
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Thomas Raggi
Composer, Lyricist: Beck
Composer, Lyricist: Nic Cester
Engineer: Matthew Neighbour
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Marco Vialardi
Producer: Tom Morello
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three.
Waste of money, you waste of space. I wipe the smile right off your face.
Now, you think you're funny, you think you're tough.
You're just a man with a gun shooting blanks when it gets rough. Step into my office, step into my face.
Take a seat, take a load off, try to change your pace.
A man with a plan selling everything to anyone. Acting like a big man, stepping over everyone.
You will get away, but we're not gonna let ya. Hell no, uh-uh.
There's no way someday you know we're gonna get ya. You think you'll get away, but we're not gonna let ya.
Hell no, uh-uh. There's no way someday you know we're gonna get ya.
What you trying to prove? Who you trying to be?
Running out of town, but you're still making enemies. You lie, you cheat, you think we can't see.
You're just a man with no plan shooting blanks when it gets rough. You will get away, but we're not gonna let ya.
Hell no, uh-uh. There's no way someday you know we're gonna get ya.
You think you'll get away, but we're not gonna let ya. Hell no, uh-uh.
There's no way someday you know we're gonna get ya.
You will get away, but we're not gonna let ya.
Hell no, uh-uh. There's no way someday you know we're gonna get ya.
You think you'll get away, but we're not gonna let ya. Hell no, uh-uh.
There's no way someday you know we're gonna get ya.