Cow Tipper Lyrics & Chords By True Head

I am the son, and, the heir. Of a shyness that was criminally vulgar. Son, and heir. Of nothing in particular. Oh, shut your mouth. How can you say, I go about things...read more

The twenty in her pocket was burniung a hole right through her leg I wish i could stop her But I never knew quite what to say. The doors in this place seem to shut themselves...read more

So you've come to terms with What she might say. But you're going anyway. Just to learn what it might be like Oh, to be right about someone for once in your life. But...read more

Could not count all the last times. I swore that this was it. So raise your glass to those who forget you with their first Came to, this morning with a spinning in your head ...read more

I ran my hand down the steel of the gun my father carried like a cross. You might say I learned my lessons young after only sixteen years. I will live and die right here. In the...read more