Gratitude

Gratitude - IDLES

Lyrics by：Joseph Talbot

Composed by：Joseph Talbot/Lee Kiernan/Mark Bowen/Adam Devonshire/Jonathan Beavis

Produced by：Nigel Godrich/Kenny Beats/Mark Bowen

I was having visions of ten million ways to die

I was having visions of ten people that might cry

I forgot the path I'm on

Forgot to sing my song

So karma paid

Now no righteous hand will hold the stories I have told

So I will say

That gratitude cuts through my veins

I hold my hand up and I say

That gratitude cuts through my veins

I hold my hand up and I'm awake

More old bloody murder from a bastard's old cake hole

Ripped-up cuticles and morons wistful

An acid to wash my soul

Doomsayer's swords and lies for your lores

He crippled the mason's shake

I'm soft to the core

I'll die before bored

Held fingers does not a man make

That gratitude cuts through my veins

I hold my hand up and I say

That gratitude cuts through my veins

I hold my hand up and I'm awake

Hold my hands up

And thank you

Gratitude

Hold my hands up