Credits:
Song and lyrics by Coleman Rigg
Music by Ridge Runners
Guitar & Vocals - Coleman Rigg
Lead Guitar & Backing Vocals - Zach Kaeser
Synth & Organ - Brett Harder
Drums - John Kaeser
Bass - Kevin McCall
Recorded at The Church
Produced by Barney Cortez
Mixed and mastered by Matt Poirier
Album art by Coleman Rigg
Photography by Thomas Smith
Music video by Thomas Smith
All historical footage is from digital collections of the Library of Congress that are deemed free to use and reuse. Some clips have specified rights statements, listed below:
- Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting, and Recorded Sound Division
- Paradise Valley Folklife Project Collection, 1978-1982 (AFC 1991/2021). American Folklife Center, Library of Congress
Lyrics:
All
All
All
Gotta be the worst of us all
Neighbor down the street to help when you fall
While the red and blue say they'll save us all
Oh oh, gotta be the worst of us
Single mom puts her kids down to bed
Her congressman talks shit on Twitter instead
Oh oh, gotta be the worst of us
Soldier sleeps in a faraway world
Someone profits off the weapon he holds
Gonna be the death of us all
All
All
Gotta be the worst of us all
Homeless speaking god's word everyday
Megachurches hide the millions they've made
Oh oh, gotta be the worst of us
Man at the bar tells his story and lore
Streaming service serving up porn and gore
Oh oh, gotta be the worst of us
Friend skips on work to take your phone call
While the suits record it and sell it all
Gonna be the death of us all
All
All
Gonna be the death of us all
All
All
Gotta be the worst of us all
When it's all coming undone
Hold on to the ones you love
Cause the cowards always run
When the going's getting tough
When it's all coming undone
Hold on to what you love
Cause they're gonna pull the rug
When the going's getting tough
Oh the many are one
Oh the rest of us
Oh the best of us
Oh the rest of us
Oh the best of us
Oh the rest of us
Oh the best of us