Blood On Your Knuckles

Had so much to do with it
Unlike you ever gave a shit
Got a pocket full of nothing
And a chip on the tip of your tongue

We don't ever wanna miss
The guy from Minneapolis
Taking one big step
And he's missing the whole front run

You've got blood on your knuckles from beating them down
Each and every day
Blood on your knuckles from dragging them round
No matter what they say

One big giant sing-along
I tell you're right even when you're wrong
Always be here rooting for you
Right till the end

Calls me every single Christmas day
I never know quite just what to say
Going fifteen years of
Kinda-sorta being my friend

You've got blood on your knuckles from beating them down
Each and every day
Blood on your knuckles from dragging them round
No matter what they say
And you came all this way
Got there just in time
To stop right before the finish line

You've got blood on your knuckles from beating them down
Each and every day
Blood on your knuckles from dragging them round
No matter what they say
And you came all this way
Got here just in time
To stop right before the finish line
To stop right before the finish line
To stop right before...