Full Length Lyrics & Chords By Balaclava

It was the summer of the 70's And we were running out of gasoline Jimmy Carter was the president And we were made to feel like aliens Now it's the summer of the 80's ...read more

I fruktan syr ni ihop oss men vi skär oss öppna igen I rädsla tvingas ni inse att kroppen bara är vår när vi blöder Stigmata Inget värde, hud blir kött, blir blod ...read more

We french kissed in a holding cell And licked our flames in birthday hell Where salvation came as poisoned truth Your kisses taste sweeter in a confessional booth Kisses sweet...read more

There's a place where we can go, The heads hang low in shame. Edge is dull, life is full of Intoxication games. But they all say, "I hate that." Argue up, you dirty boy, ...read more

När tunga stenar faller över era falska ideal Får ni lida som oss alla andra av era egna samvetskval Som skygga hundar springer ni undan flammorna Men var gömmer man sig...read more