Pile - White Knuckles lyrics

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Pile - White Knuckles lyrics

A feverish hand is the one that swings the ax Rote learning while shivering on its back Strangers and friends alike don't know how to react With your white knuckles on the ax The water in your head begins to expand Pistol in mouth and ax in hand With your hands full you cannot meet your demands While sitting in the snow for a sun tan Blew himself away And went back inside He but the ax did not survive Boots covered in brain And he laughed until he cried Resolutely decided that he tried