Dirty Magazine Lyrics & Chords By Ross Noble

I left home at the age of thirteen With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine Now, I never cared for the things that I seen I just want to be in a dirty magazine ...read more

A cut-out picture of a sugar tart With olive skin and a purple heart, Concrete shoes, and it's just the Start Of bigger things unseen. Heroes of our glory days Ride upon the...read more