Clutch - Gimme The Keys lyrics

Squinting from blinding rays of the Sun Deep in the heart of July There to perform for children of corn Whose crops stood well twelve foot high Three knaves remained to the end of the day We refused their vile entreats Standing our ground we played for the ears Between the harvester's teeth Great Plains hardcore scenes May not be the biggest but Lord they're mean And though my mind has been shot to hell The details of that night I remember well Gravel and locust they swore to rope us We did our best to steer straight Trailer and hitch straight into the ditch Praying to Jesus and the holy saints Despite the violence, sometimes I look back A nostalgia begins to take hold Wisdom of sorts is found in due course In the rows of silver and gold Great Plains hardcore scenes May not be the biggest but Lord they're mean And though my mind has been shot to hell The details of that night I remember well Gimme the keys, they can keep the guarantee Gimme the keys and get the hell out of Dodge Hey man we don't got your We don't got your SM-57 Look dude why don't you Try some old-fashioned P.M.A.? Through bloody butchers we ran for hours Then hours grew into years Stalked by the fury of John Brown's eyes And still the storm hasn't cleared Despite the mileage sometimes I look back A nostalgia begins to take hold Wisdom of sorts is found of course In rows of silver and gold Great Plains hardcore scenes May not be the biggest but Lord they're mean And though my mind has been shot to hell The details of that night I remember well Gimme the keys, they can keep the guarantee Gimme the keys and get the hell out of Dodge