White Knuckle
White Knuckle you’re doing it wrong
White knuckle you’re so headstrong
Death grip on the steering wheel
Shattered nerves you can’t conceal
It won’t happen on willpower alone
Who’s your passenger for the ride along
HE’s always there lying in wait
Without HIM there’s no pearly gate
Loosen your grip and just give in
Your new life is about to begin
Time to buckle up
Let HIM take over and drive that truck
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