Produced by Christoph Wieczorek and Benjamin Richter
Mixed and mastered by Christoph Wieczorek at Sawdust Recordings
Video Director Christoph Wieczorek
DOP Peter Leukhardt
3D Artist Patrick Mller
Lyrics:
Now it is party you know it is
And everyones falling in love again
But she fell in love with the drugs
And thats when its stopped being fun
You notice the gear Running low
Well Give me the money Ill go
You cant have that shit running out
Cos nobody wants to come down
Youve started the night and implying its
A drink with your friends to unwind a bit
Youre laughing and sharing their wine
Youre all losing track of the time
Then somebody racks up a line
And no you politely decline
Then somehow youre changing your mind
Maybe Ill just have a line
Somebody better call frank
But then when Frank arrived
He just got fucked up too
Somebody better call frank
But Frank was talking so much shit
And none of it was true
And youre flying right now
But your happiness
Is just a loan from the future
And youre drinking it down
From a fountain of youth
That dries up the future
The cocaine has got your tongue
And youre gonna pay it back
gonna pay it back someday
The cocaine has got your tongue
Cause youre only talking so much shit
That never means anything
That never means anything
Shes calling you up on the phone
And why is it taking so long
Youre not really feeling her tone
Shes talking so fast you dont know
As soon as youre back in the room
Everyones playing their tune
Everyones talking at once
Watchin you racking it up
And as the sun is coming up
Its frank who says to you
Whats the matter now son
Has the cocaine got your tongue