Clutch - Gimme The Keys Lyrics
Squinting from blinding rays of the Sun, deep in the heart of JulyThere to perform for children of corn, whose crops stood well twelve foot highThree knaves remained to the end of the day, we refused their vile entreatsStanding our ground, we played for the ears between the harvester's teeth[hook]Great Plains, hardcore scenesMay not be the biggest but, lord, they're meanAnd though my mind has been shot to hellThe details of that night I remember wellGravel and locust, they swore to rope usWe did our best to steer straightTrailer and hitch, straight into the ditchPraying to Jesus and the holy saintsDespite the violence, sometimes I look backA nostalgia begins to take holdWisdom of sorts is found in due courseIn the rows of silver and gold[hook]Gimme the keys, they can keep the guaranteeGimme the keys, and get the hell out of dodgeHey man, we don't got your, we don't got your SM-57Look dude, why don't you try some old-fashioned PMAThrough bloody butchers, we ran for hoursThen hours grew into yearsStalked by the fury of John Brown's eyesAnd still the storm hasn't clearedDespite the mileage, sometimes I look backA nostalgia begins to take holdWisdom of sorts is found, of course, in rows of silver and gold[hook]Gimme the keys, they can keep the guaranteeGimme the keys, and get the hell out of dodge
