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Gang Of Youths

Knuckles White Dry

 

Knuckles White Dry

(アルバム: The Positions - 2015)


Deep in the breath of a carrier
Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario
No way in hell is this happening
To us I don't care if it kills me
I promise you won't die, swear
It's a sinker of sorts
It's a shitty occasion
We're driving my car from the city
Been shaving my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching
So where is the ticket, I'll park, you just leg it in

And you haven't cried much or nearly enough
But I'll scream at your chest for as long as I must
Til it hears me
Do you think it hears me?

Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
The skin or the lungs
Not today
Nor tomorrow
It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead
Let us live and disown all pretending
From here until the car ride home

If I hear another I love you get well from someone we don't know or that I didn't tell
And I swear that I'll show them a vision of hell
It gets tiresome you know
It's always the strangers who poke and they prod
And they drive all that shit deep inside of your blood
If miracles function
Then where is our god that's the question I pose

And you haven't changed much or nearly enough
But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust
That it hears me
Do you think it hears me?

Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun
The skin or the lungs
Not today
Nor tomorrow
It's no kind of living afraid or unknown
Let the dead be the dead let us live and disown all pretending
From here until the car ride home
The car ride home
Car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home
The car ride home

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