Bed Bugs Lyrics & Chords By Stick In A Pot

Let's stop and talk on a slow street Your guy is cross-eyed and muttering Looks at me like "Now who the fuck is he?" And I tell you, man, I wish that I knew Trash-scavenged mattress...read more

lying on my back reading magazines on the floor biting on my nails only hoping that i can absorb i think about the time i lit my first cigarette funny how it seems that we turn...read more