Texty: XTC. Knuckle Down.

chant your spirit free;
rush to greet truth like a dart shake your bag o'bones
shake your bag o'bones, that's not traffic roar --
that's a leopard in your heart
shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones
go tell your stale friends
go tell false prophets and drug traffickers
not to try to push our bodies any faster
we're dancing with disaster
k n u c k l e d o w n

knuckle down, love his skin,
it doesn't matter what colour skin he's locked in
knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin.
knuckle down, love his race,
it doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face
knuckle down and love that race.
one bright morning the world might end
with a big bang
and you'll never get yourself another chance.
put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo
'bout people being different
take them by the arm and run to the street,
take a little drum to supply the beat,
soon the whole world will be up on
it's feet and dancing.
for my sake won't you
put your knuckles down, boys?
for my sake won't you
put you knuckles down? knuckle down,love her skin,
it doesn't matter what colour skin she's locked in
knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin.
knuckle down, love her race,
it doesn't matter if you win or lose a little face
knuckle down and love that race.
one bright morning you just might wake
when the coin drops,
even though you think that love is such a corny thing.
you can burst the bubble full up
with trouble says that
people always got to be fighting (not right!)
and take them by the arm and run to the fields,
blow on your horn until Jericho yields,
soon the whole world will lay down swords
and shield for singing.
for my sake won't you put
your knuckles down, boys?
for my sake won't you put your knuckles down?