Frank Lyrics & Chords By Picore

She grew up in a house made of porcelain, crystal, glass Her brother left a year ago Sister would end a half Mother is a name at best And father was a mess The ingredients were...read more

Another night in the kitchen with Frank And the sound of his broken guitar We are drunken like wild horses I love you curt, i fall asleep Wanna die - Watch me bleeding Wanna...read more

You said you found intensity so sublime And that he seemed so different from all the rest But then he went and said you were out of line Because you wore a t-shirt without a vest ...read more

Han fångade sparken med huvudet Hade tänkt alla tankar ändå Han stod inte upp när han fick den För full för att ens kunna gå Långsamt glömmer man bort allt Också pojkar...read more

Han har passet sit job mødt klokken otte hver dag og gået hjem kl seks når solen stak af han har kysset sin kone så tit man kan forlange og lagt sine børn i seng og sunget...read more