Down on the Knuckle Lyrics — The Decemberists

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Down on the Knuckle

Avery said he's got a cold comin' on Climbed into bed, stayed all summer long If I don't come out too soon Maybe I'll hang on 'til June Down on the knuckle Sylvia knows a little hideaway Scrawling out prose she couldn't give away A life spent all indoors Well, isn't that what doors are for? Down on the knuckle Down on the knuckle Oh, the weather's dreary Here down on the knuckle Your relatives write their cheery monologues Hoping you might find your only analog So make another list Of the mandatory things you've missed Down on the knuckle Down on the knuckle Oh, aren't we lucky Stuck here on the knuckle The pillory's full for the holidays And it's achingly dull to watch the paint peel away So I'll keep hid with mine And I'm sure that we'll make out just fine Down on the knuckle Down on the knuckle I'm finally riding Shiny, on the knuckle Down on the knuckle Oh, aren't we lucky Stuck here on the knuckle

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"Down on the Knuckle" is a song by The Decemberists from the album Traveling On - EP, released in 2018. The song was written by Colin Meloy. It was produced by John Congleton, The Decemberists.

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