Crosshairs Lyrics & Chords By Dead Feather Moon

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar Pelican, with some very soft mangoes A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth...read more

Memories are distant They flame out in an instant I think of you and I when we began Said this before, but I finally understand You've got to want to be a man Glory, it fades...read more