Текст песни Blood On The Knobs

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