Fraser Mack - Knuckles

Oh I've had my taste
I stepped outside and enjoyed the fun
Oh what a disgrace
I can't reel myself back in to one

Losing things you'll never find
Looking for them, never mind
You try to get your way round it
Oh how I wish I stayed
Making love
Getting laid
Instead I slipped around it

Get your knuckles off the floor and your fingers in the door
Take everything you need and a little bit more
Put your shield up
Draw your sword out
Prepare yourself for war
Hear that battle shout

Lost trace, hold, embrace
Waiting for the time to chase
Instead you look to doubt it
Waiting for you to go
The only thing you say is 'no'
I need you
I doubt it

Rip the saddle off the mule
Get a tank full of fuel
Moving away, start again to a place I can rule
Life, I'll come for you
Nothing's ever new
No matter how hard you scream about it
Every way we think today, should we think some other way?
Instead we look by it
Listening to the big voice, do we have another choice?
Instead we look by it

No one will ever really care
When someone steals your chair
You can whine and cry and moan
You end up all on your own

Rip the saddle off the mule
Get a tank full of fuel
Moving away, start again to a place I can rule

Get your knuckles off the floor and your fingers in the door
Take everything you need and a little bit more

Written by:
Fraser MacKenzie

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