Distrought Lyrics & Chords By Bill Wild

Look at the coffin with golden handles Look at the flowers already withered Isn't it great being dead isn't it great being dead Look at the mourners they're all...read more

I wait to see where I'll be. The winds and waves, they carry me. I hear this and follow that. Take off soaring, then land flat. Bring me to the place where I can see, Help me...read more

I pledge allegiance to the fags, the immigrants, the drunks, The disenfranchised punks, hidden by rags And there's no such thing as god, for if there was, He'd be lost in...read more

I'm not picking my battles Cause I'm not ready to choose. One thing I know is I'm on my own and I'm home, already. They'll print lies and desert us So you...read more

Follow as your lead Eating what you're fed. Blinded by continuous lies Dying with the dead. We're driven by appetite. We're drowning in appetite. They think...read more