2003 Lyrics & Chords By Bart Claessen

In the end what's left Won't be your feathered hair or your fake breasts or your fast food or your slow death. All the rallies and all the marches, All the fireworks and all the...read more

Hey baby
Why'd you turn away
I was about to say that
Something baby
I thought would make you smile
At least for a little while
Oh well baby
That's...read more

Tutte le canzoni sono state cantate tutti i santi sono stati appesi le guerre e i suoi lamenti sono già stati pianti e tutta questa gente è stata incatenata in una stanza da cui non...read more

And no, please don't go away And oh, I'll beg you to stay Cause the fame it has our names engraved And the wage it sees the wall of jams Sing our favorite song, at the top of our...read more