"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 crop 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