Blood On The Knobs
Glossary
Letra

Shake up the future
Rattle this cage
Roll down the road to the next show that doesn't pay
I'm still holding onto rock 'n' roll
Holding onto rock 'n' roll
14 years growing up in bars
Sleeping on floors
Playing cheap guitars
I'm still holding onto rock 'n' roll
Holding onto rock 'n' roll
The late, late nights
The early day jobs
Rust on the strings
Blood on the knobs
I'm still holding onto rock 'n' roll
Holding onto rock 'n' roll
With many people
I've shared a stage
They've moved on and I never changed
I'm still holding onto rock 'n' roll
Holding onto rock 'n' roll
Maybe I've wasted all my time like a fool
But I've heard pain tear itself out of a piece of wood
So wake me up when we get to where we're playing tonight
So I can call my family and tell them I'm still alive
We'll walk on that stage and play like it's the last time
'Cause it might be
It might be
Turn the amps on and count it out
Close your eyes
Take a breath
This is what it's like to live without doubt