Angry Whopper Lyrics & Chords By Burger King

This is my best impression of how the guilty hang. A confession invented by the peculiar page, witness the grace of the game and save your praise for the savior to raze this stage. And...read more

Really then? Are we lost, where we stand no x for our spot, believe in your feet, move an inch, move the earth, move an inch, move the sky And look to your arms, a strength, your...read more

I am master of few and I am lover of less and I've gotten weaker with age and I am buried by guilt and I'm the simplest form: a plastic face, but well dressed--another sad...read more

She gets her moves right from the front page and begs me, ooh I've got the sweetest girl. She is the product of uncertainty. The treasure I sought, a wonder grinning and gold, so...read more

So am I really only always and forever grating my nails against your head? Let me in. Where are you? Look from feet to the hands that push me over, blow this body on my back,...read more