Coolest Hepcat Lyrics & Chords By Hicksville Bombers

The order is for murder, And we've been there before, The men in black are coming back, To serve the killing floor, No pity, no surrender, We take no prisoners, We spare...read more

We'll stay at home, and call this day our own With the brown-eyed boy that I once called my own You sit in the easy(?) chair, while I comb out my suffering hair, Later we can...read more

Farlow-Frayne I'm sittin alone, Saturday night, watching the Late Late Show. A bottle of wine, some cigarettes, I got no place to go. Well, I saw your other man today; he was...read more

Your pappy was a traitor and your mammy was an Indian maid boy Your pappy was a traitor and your mammy was an Indian maid boy We know all about it and we don't want a half breed...read more

As I sit here alone in a tavern I can hear a voice soft and low Then someone dropped a coin in the jukebox It played the plate I know from a million songs Brought a tear into my...read more