Song | White knuckle grip |
Artist | Woven Hand |
Album | Ten Stones |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written down on burning paper | |
Some words just do not rhyme | |
We’re dealing with fire either way | |
Driving these streets in squandered time | |
Angel protect the vision | |
Picture show to slow it down | |
I am ill from too much honey | |
As the bees they buzz around | |
It might have been a Cadillac | |
Yeah maybe a Lincoln | |
I seen it from the rear view | |
I just couldn’t get a clear view | |
I got a white knuckle grip on my | |
white knuckle grip on my | |
white knuckle grip on my | |
Saturday night | |
I'm gonna dance this town to ruins | |
Stood close hell fire barbed wire | |
Come on boy | |
Come up with somethin' | |
Or go home go home with nothin' | |
Worse for the wear | |
Out here in the fray | |
I'm takin’ the heavy way | |
I'm takin’ the heavy way | |
The landscape of Saturday night | |
Get a grip and make it tight | |
Father guide me with your eye | |
It might have been a Cadillac | |
Or maybe a Lincoln | |
Seen through the rear view | |
Could not get a clear view | |
Got a white knuckle grip on your | |
Saturday night |
Written down on burning paper | |
Some words just do not rhyme | |
We' re dealing with fire either way | |
Driving these streets in squandered time | |
Angel protect the vision | |
Picture show to slow it down | |
I am ill from too much honey | |
As the bees they buzz around | |
It might have been a Cadillac | |
Yeah maybe a Lincoln | |
I seen it from the rear view | |
I just couldn' t get a clear view | |
I got a white knuckle grip on my | |
white knuckle grip on my | |
white knuckle grip on my | |
Saturday night | |
I' m gonna dance this town to ruins | |
Stood close hell fire barbed wire | |
Come on boy | |
Come up with somethin' | |
Or go home go home with nothin' | |
Worse for the wear | |
Out here in the fray | |
I' m takin' the heavy way | |
I' m takin' the heavy way | |
The landscape of Saturday night | |
Get a grip and make it tight | |
Father guide me with your eye | |
It might have been a Cadillac | |
Or maybe a Lincoln | |
Seen through the rear view | |
Could not get a clear view | |
Got a white knuckle grip on your | |
Saturday night |
Written down on burning paper | |
Some words just do not rhyme | |
We' re dealing with fire either way | |
Driving these streets in squandered time | |
Angel protect the vision | |
Picture show to slow it down | |
I am ill from too much honey | |
As the bees they buzz around | |
It might have been a Cadillac | |
Yeah maybe a Lincoln | |
I seen it from the rear view | |
I just couldn' t get a clear view | |
I got a white knuckle grip on my | |
white knuckle grip on my | |
white knuckle grip on my | |
Saturday night | |
I' m gonna dance this town to ruins | |
Stood close hell fire barbed wire | |
Come on boy | |
Come up with somethin' | |
Or go home go home with nothin' | |
Worse for the wear | |
Out here in the fray | |
I' m takin' the heavy way | |
I' m takin' the heavy way | |
The landscape of Saturday night | |
Get a grip and make it tight | |
Father guide me with your eye | |
It might have been a Cadillac | |
Or maybe a Lincoln | |
Seen through the rear view | |
Could not get a clear view | |
Got a white knuckle grip on your | |
Saturday night |