Sol Clutch Lyrics

The devil's in the details when you're a God

A little sticks and stones

A little rock and roll

Despite the waves of heat and shade we grind

Through hard work and sweat we strive

To bring our own dreams to life

The practice and persistence, late shift

Said percussion and the instruments, sick fill, sick riff

You give all your time, got no time to kill

I give all my time, got no time to kill

Fuck what they say

It's all gas no brakes, what

Loose ends will take us there?

Yeah, yeah, all gas no brakes

Said if it took God seven days to make a man's face then

Can you imagine how long it's taken?

All gas, no brakes

We take up your creative space

Look what we'll make

It's all gas and no brakes, yeah

I once had a taste of heaven that I lost

The only saving grace

Was the brother I made, that kept me safe

That made this place worth living in

Six weeks, is that really all it takes

To learn how to drum with the sticks?

When no one was there, when no one cared, you were my only friend

I was thinking about dying

'Till I took your helping hand, yeah yeah

If life's a lane, we turret dive

Just take the plates, and play your life, yeah

It's all gas and no breaks, yeah

All gas and no breaks, yeah

It's all gas no brakes, what

Loose ends will take us there?

Yeah, yeah, all gas no brakes

Said if it took God seven days to make a man's face then

Can you imagine how long it's taken?

All gas, no brakes

We take up your creative space

Look what we'll make

When it's all gas, and no brakes

Ugh

Manzanita Sol can on the amplifier

And it's been buzzing from the humming of a note

It's falling off, I turn the volume higher

Caught that shit it wasn't even close

Ugh