Knuckles White Dry
-Gang of Youths


[Intro]

        
     


[Verse 1]


Deep in the br

eath of a carr

ier
            
Coughing up bl


ood is the wor

st case scenar

io
          
No way in hell

 is this happe

ning
              
To us I don't 

            
care if it kil


ls me

I promise you won't die, swear
        
It's a sinker 

of sorts

It's a shitty occasion
         
We're driving 

my car from th

e city
              
Been shaving m

   
y knuckles whi

te dry from th

e walls I've b

een punching
     
So where is th

e ticket, I'll

 park, you jus

t leg it in


[Pre-chorus 1]

    
And you haven'

t cried much o

r nearly enoug

h
         
But I'll screa

m at your ches

t for as long 

as I must
         
Til it hears m

    
e

Do you think it hears me?


[Chorus]

            
Call off your 

              
dogs, we'll su

              
rrender no par

         
t of our love 

to the sun

The skin or the lungs
         
Not today

  
           
Nor tomorrow
            
It's no kind o

              
f living afrai

              
d or unknown l

       
et the dead be

 the dead
              
Let us live an

           
d disown all p

          
retending
            
From here unti

              
l the car ride

          
 home


[Verse 2]

            
If I hear anot

              
her I love you

              
 get well from

     
 someone we do

n't know or th

at I didn't te

ll
       
And I swear th

at I'll show t

hem a vision o

f hell
          
It gets tireso


me you know
      
It's always th

e strangers wh

o poke and the

y prod
          
And they drive


 all that shit

 deep inside o

f your blood
    
If miracles fu

nction
              
Then where is 

              
our god that's

    
 the question 

I pose


[Pre-chorus 2]

     
And you haven'

t changed much

 or nearly eno

ugh
       
But I scream a

t your chest f

or as long as 

I trust
         
That it hears 

     
me
             
Do you think i

               
t hears me?


[Chorus]

            
Call off your 

              
dogs, we'll su

              
rrender no par

         
t of our love 

to the sun

The skin or the lungs
         
Not today

  
             
Nor tomorrow


            
It's no kind o

              
f living afrai

              
d or unknown l

       
et the dead be

 the dead
              
Let us live an

           
d disown all p

          
retending
            
From here unti

              
l the car ride

          
 home


[Coda] x4

             
The car ride h

            
ome
        
Car ride home
 

[Ending]

             
The car ride h

       
ome