Cones Brigade Lyrics & Chords By Suburban & Coke

Six thirty comes like a call to arms Five alarms have sounded, the covers are confused Heaped, the sheets are all at one end Wake up sleepyhead, wake up, wake up It's a lucky...read more

As in the final hours the priest came walking in With beans about his hand and wine about his breath He took the frail wrist and pulled the stool up to the bed Have you anything to...read more

Look at me here. I must be dying. It's as though both kinds of consumption have slowed me. Still, it almost could be blissful here in this heat. Here in this heat. That child,...read more

Don't get upset don't take it as an insult don't admist for a minute that you forgot where you stood you know exactly where you are now don't fall into distress ...read more

She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear. I throw the book down and march right into their eyes. I'm reduced to almost nothing now, still, I've apologised. Look...read more