Cooked Lyrics & Chords By Cuntz

You're hands never get cold They're always in my pockets You've got a picture of Fort Knox in your locket You say what's mine is ours and don't knock it You'd better know ...read more

It was ours from the moment it was sane sane sane I like the bit on you inside I know it me go listen then go on Mary had a little drug go on the mother is dying I'm...read more

Right into nothing, nothing in my head Not with return of extense A ...at times, I can t seem to make it, Seem what s right, what s wrong ...read more

i slept for eight hours and woke up tired thought about my desires that i'm too nervous to try i looked in the mirror, some blemishes i can't hide i drank a cold glass of...read more

There goes Roberta, she's the new girl Cocktail waitress at the Blue Bird She's going to art school on her dad's dough She's not exactly a genius That's all right though She...read more