More songs by Broken Social Scene
Description
Assistant Producer: Charles Spearin
Background Vocals: Rachel McLean
Background Vocals: Charles Spearin
Background Vocals: Brendan Canning
Background Vocals: Jill Harris
Bass Guitar: Sam Goldberg
Drums: Justin Peroff
Electric Guitar: Kevin Drew
Guitar: Brendan Canning
Mastering Engineer: Emily Lazar
Mixing Engineer: David Newfeld
Piano: Kevin Drew
Piano: Brendan Canning
Producer: David Newfeld
Recording Engineer: Charles Spearin
Recording Engineer: David Newfeld
Recording Engineer: Nyles Spencer
Sleigh Bells: Rachel McLean
Strings: Kevin Drew
Trombone: Evan Cranley
Vocals: Kevin Drew
Composer: Broken Social Scene
Composer: Kevin Drew
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey
Amanda, why'd you go and cut your hair again? Save us all some.
Dying like a coma worker kid. Coma, coma.
Walking with the plastic bags of bliss. Why'd they get ya?
Dissecting the frogs who died alone.
Breaking the glass for the girls who try at home.
Drinking the flask with the swingers all alone.
Hey Amanda, why'd you go and never find a win? Save us all time.
Drowning like a coma worker kid. Coma, coma.
Walking with the plastic bags of bliss.
Hey Amanda, why'd you go and dissect frogs alone?
Breaking the glass with the boys who die to cope.
Drinking the flask with the ones who try to go.
Meeting the one with the cuffs and the noose and oh, you never told me.
It's breaking the heart, this military soul.
It's breaking the heart, this military soul.
And even though your realest golden faces that you wrote, it's breaking the heart.
Breaking the glass with the ones who died alone.
Saving the ones for the girls who wanna go.
Why'd you go and cut your hair again? Hey Amanda.
Dying for the nights you come to win. Save the last time.
Walking with the plastic bombs of bliss. Coma, coma.
Why don't you go and dissect frogs alone?