Fish Dont Fry Lyrics & Chords By The Curse

Two packs, and a bottle of jack. Neurotic, gotta wash it all back. Stand em up, knock em down. Feel each cruel, dont make a sound. March in the angels for a graceless fall. ...read more

We live with covered eyes convinced that we still see. Colored lies say we can be something more than lost at sea. Something more than lost at sea. A fragile version. A little more...read more

I hold no qualms butting heads with you Not every argument infects my life I have no problems when you do what you do But next time you might try to living up to what you think...read more

Let's leave this sinking ship It's gonna leak until there's nothing left Now the whole world can have the rest What's the secret? How'd you make planet Earth fucking hate...read more

I am being too nice Spending contempt with reserve When hate breeds blood all the time I catch myself thinking I'd like to see the guilty suffer Suffering their own medicine...read more