Blood on the Knobs - Glossary

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