1936 Lyrics & Chords By A Quemarropa

I stole a dime from my mother's drawer The one her father gave her just before the war Kids are fucking pricks, 1936 I return my book and sold it to someone Bought a bag of...read more

Her blood is our blood, too, I know And I feel all of it, too, you know You know 1936 breathing Garnet her stone, ever gleaming And Edith's hope is for love But she...read more

Heard you Dropping your vest, Fine perceptions humming Inside my head. Peaceful Blankets of rest, Feeling inside my mind, Only your breath. I can't see you now, ...read more