Lyrics:
White knuckles came down to put the frighteners on
I believe she's the one that he's got his heart set on
It doesn't matter if your face doesn't
and down
I lost my breath
I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You
ain't what you know [??]
But I'm giving it away.
I can't let this pressure go.
This pressure's here to stay, yeah.
[Chorus]
Yeah (white knuckle
dead
And I see red
A hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead
Fuck 'em, man, white knuckle tight
Through black and white
Ooh, on I
dead
And I see red
A hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead
Fuck 'em, man, white knuckle tight
Through black and white
Ooh, on I
the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in his buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots
Late night, dread night
White knuckles, hold tight
Blackout, lost sight
Dreadful, sharp knife
Breaking my hands
Breaking my back
Breaking my will
I'll find someone
And you say I abandoned the ship
But I was going down with it
My white-knuckle dying grip
Holding tight to your quiet resentment
Was it a crime at all?
White knuckles of a man-child
White knuckles, no more teeth to grind
White knuckles and a flatline
White knuckles, pearls
No one ever said it was gonna be easy
A pain to tease me, the barrier's broken
Climbing aboard on a white knuckle, ride
Churns my insides
good for nothing
Tastes like solid rain
Feel the same as you
Say you feel the same
I got it
I got it good
On my white knuckle life
Oh yeah, if only I
and this ain't just talking
I've been a dead man walking
Born again
Yes I'm born again
I'll be white knuckle gripping when I spit in the wind
Riding
the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in his buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots
still the tendency
To white knuckle it
cngel or devil
You're kinda split
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist
KILL!!! KILL!!! KILL!!!
Clenched fist - WHITE KNUCKLES
Clammy Palms/Sticky Fingers/Chipped off Polish/Broken Thumbs
Clenched fist - WHITE KNUCKLES
Big silver buckles and pre-faded jeans
White knuckle rides on the bucking machine
He rode into my life looking just like a sunset
Turned out to be
Lost my keys and backfired
Foot to the floor
You kill for thrills (somebody dies)
You're on a white knuckle ride (somebody fries)
Get off this white
thought
Is exactly where I've fallen off
My white knuckles
Holding so tight
My white knuckles
Skin ripping all along
I want to zest my life lemon
Into my
unstable
White knuckles, tryna hold my sanity (hold my)
Not every wound is the kind that bleeds, uh, uh
Never know when my mind's gonna turn on me
that white knuckle, red faced
Kung fu grip on all your chains
But that's not who are
I'm here to let you know
You gotta let it go
You were made for
Round all the pieces up, but they just don't fit the same
White knuckles
Maybe it's not so bad
So let your hair down now
White knuckles
Yeah
Grinding my teeth, white knuckles grasp at the wheel
I rush from an avalanche of adrenaline, it's all that I feel
As quick as a bolt of lightning,
I've never been a white-knuckle flyer
I've never been a white-knuckle flyer
Stranger on the aeroplane I'm sure we're gonna have good weather
ride
Psychedelic trip, my stomach flips again and again
I'd love to get my ticket back but I'm locked in
A white knuckle grip hanging onto what's left
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