Communist Basket Lyrics & Chords By The Dear John Letters

You've got some friends that like to hang out and get drunk at your house on Friday night. You've known them since grade school, they've got a big mouth, they won't...read more

Who are these who know themselves? No apologies, no regrets. I know myself less the older I get Apologies and regrets, they are my epaulets. They are my epaulets. The memory...read more

I'm short on ideas but I'm not short on anger and confusion You say that I don't control my life and you don't know who I am Well maybe I don't either Do you see...read more

Leif Garrett! Leif Garrett! Your pants never fit quite right. And your android ass so tightly packed into designer saran wrap. Uber man, in junkie drag, a sad, sick, and fucked up...read more

We are the asymmetric enemy Guerillas on the outskirts of town The painted artillery of day-to-day exchange Their robopathic tactics contracted like the plague But I'm safe...read more