Bakelite Lyrics & Chords By Hystereo

Blood is wrong But always on the corner of the tabletop A bag of bones that sits and smokes And laughs at all your stupid jokes It's such a fuss to fall for love Not fall in...read more

Bakelite as black as night it's like a friend Maybe you need a mocking bird to kill me in the end Story lines is someone tired cold curry breakfast again The dealer's to thank...read more