A Better Home Lyrics & Chords By Tiny Blue Boxes

Brained, a luckless guy, kind but out of time. Why would they try? Son, I do not like the look that's in your eye. Why won't you die? It all smacks me of cartoon violence. ...read more

If I were sure of something, it would be this: you were made for better things, for better days. You've been made in better ways. Ooo, I'd break every bone in my head to...read more

Too often skewered, too often left, too often sick and bereft, too often confused and easily led. You too often left us for dead. But if we change in the new year, it's only...read more

You make it a game where you are the tyrant. You rewrite the rules and you dictate the outcome. And I played along; I was the scoundrel. But I had a friend, an accomplice, a...read more

You dreamt a baby carriage and a baby that didn't live. It looked like a black and ruffley octopus in a coffin. You broke a window, you placed the shards inside my heart so I could...read more