Knuckle Puck is an American pop punk band, formed in 2010 in the south suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. The band got its name from a Stick to Your Guns t-shirt that said "Knuckle Puck Crew". The band consisted of lead vocalist Joe Taylor, lead guitarist Kevin Maida, and drummer John Siorek. The group started writing original songs in April 2011 with the addition of rhythm guitarist Nick Casasanto. The group had friends fill in on bass. In July, the band played its first ever show.
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Verse 1: G# These hands are BbCm broken and callused Eb But nobody seems to BbG#Bb notice And you yelled CmEbBb it into permanence G#BbCm Have you ever come Eb to hate The very thing Bb that you helped to G# create? Cause that's BbCmEbBb how I feel everyday
Chorus 1: CmBbG# I am expendable CmBbG# But I guess that's just the way things CmBbG# go I'm a ghost in CmBb foreign postal codes G#(hold) Losing faith in what brings you hope
Interlude: G#EbBbG#CmBb x2
Chorus 2: G#EbFm I am expendable G#Cm But I guess that's Bb just the way things G#Eb go I'm a ghost in FmG# foreign postal codes Cm Losing faith in what BbG# brings you hope
Guitar Solo: G#BbCmEbBb x2
Verse 2: G#Bb On the outside CmEb looking in Or on Bb the inside sitting G# in the corner Bb It's all the CmEb same to me Bb It's all the CmBbG# same to me I got my hopes up CmBb I thought I G# was out of the Cm shadows But I'm BbG# buried six feet CmBb underneath What G# I worked four years to achieve G#Eb While they FmG#CmBbG#EbFm were sleeping G#Cm While you Bb were sleeping
Chorus 3: G#EbFm I am expendable G#Cm But I guess that's Bb just the way things G#Eb go I'm a ghost in FmG# foreign postal codes Cm Losing faith in what Bb G#(hold) brings you hope
Bridge: Cm Home alone where G# all of my doubts Cm are born Home alone where G# all of my fears are formed Cm I'm sick and tired Bb/DEb of hating who I've G# become It's getting worse everyday I Cm spend home alone Writing myself to Bb/D death stands in EbG# place of sleep I am an unlocked door and you're a fucking thief
Verse 4: Eb You could hear GmG# me out but why would you care? No why would you care at all? Eb You could hear GmG# me out but why would you care? No why would you care at all? Eb I'm sick and tired Gm of hating who I've G# become It's getting worse everyday I Eb spend home alone Writing myself to death stands in GmG# place of sleep I am an unlocked door and you're a fucking thief