Digging Flowers Picking Ditches Lyrics & Chords By Ben Barnett

Poor Dave, we called him the Doctor Cos he always had boxes of mouthwash and medicine His father, he was a fascist And his mother sat silent His youth was not pretty, to...read more

A party on the corner of Grand St. and Lorimer. Someone get the tab? I've got a negative balance and I must admit, I knew this was the last five bucks I had to spend but I threw...read more

You hid this little note amongst my razor blades You knew i'd find it one day when i went to shave Well sure enough i found it, i can't believe it took so long It was...read more

I stay in B-R double O K-L-Y-N / I intend to let the whole world know / next to blow / go 'head test the pro / got every head noddin' 'til the last one left the show / and...read more

K-A-R-A- OK-E K-A-R-A- OK-E In the light of the seashell lamp, all her friends are going to be there. In the wrap-around the table boothes swiriling their cocktails with little...read more