Stepped out the door 2am yesterday
Me and my friend keeping the night aflame
And as we’re walking in the clear lamp light
Two guys come up and take him out of sight
'Fore I know what's that
They hit him hard, he doubles up
They take his money and they run
And all I can do is watch them go
His hands are round his nose
His blood is on his clothes
What doesn't kill ya? What doesn't hurt?
Sometimes you feel, you’re up against the world
What doesn't kill ya? What doesn't break?
This life, it seems, can bring you to your knees
You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
She was the dream that kept me up at night
I couldn't face the world without her eyes
I never knew it until she disappeared
My life would be a bunch of souvenirs
'Fore I know is what's what, it hits her hard
She doubles up, she packs her bag
And then she runs
And all I can do is watch her go
I've lost all I own
What doesn't kill ya? What doesn't hurt?
Sometimes you feel, you’re up against the world
What doesn't kill ya? What doesn't break?
This life, it seems, can bring you to your knees
You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
What doesn't kill ya? What doesn't hurt?
Sometimes you feel, you’re up against the world
What doesn't kill ya? What doesn't break?
This life, it seems, can bring you to your knees
You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
Produced by Rick Rubin
Mixed by Andrew Scheps, Billy Bush
Recorded by Dana Nielsen, Dave Schiffman. Phillip Broussard Jr.
Recorded at Shangri La Studio, Malibu, CA
Assisted by Sean Oakley, Eric Lynn, Joshua Smith
Edited by Dana Nielsen, Jason Gossman, Jason Lader
Mixed at Punkerpad West, Van Nuys, CA & Red Razor Sounds, Los Angeles, CA
Mastered by Stephen Marcussen Mastering, Hollywood, CA
Vocals, Electric, Acoustic & Slide Guitar: Jake Bugg
Electric, Acoustic & Slide Guitar: Matt Sweeney
Bass, Piano, Barritone Guitar: Jason Lader
Drums, Percussion: Chad Smith, Pete Thomas
Chad Smith appears courtesy of Warner Bros, Records
Production Assistant: Dave "Squirrel" Covell