Gimme The Keys Lyrics - Clutch

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 

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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 

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Hey man, we don't got your 

We don't got your SM-57 

Look dude, why don't you 

Try some old-fashioned PMA 

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