Demise Of The Bootlegger Lyrics & Chords By S.s. Web

Well it's hot like ouch And I'm chained to the couch And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth Like a thousand words Circuits burst Crowd screams and here comes the...read more

Look who's fan is in his hands Upon the ground of sifting? Instruments with teeth A place for the called for We call it the floor into the air In this time of threshing ...read more

I surely knew it was a trap ye Yet my hands they would not listen I shoulda known your word was flap Comin' out all sweet an' drippin' O so where could I go - yes but...read more

Petr hes cryin out from his room again. Peers under the doors crack, he wonders which side be his sin. Spring himself and Grandfater each from their own traps, six inches under...read more

I was standing inside the corner Of my country when for the first time ever An airplane come chose to speed over me The pilot he gave me a secret special hello He shook his...read more