Gains Lyrics & Chords By Matt Harding

Time so little time Is all I'm hanging on to And loads of drugs to feed the rhythm Rhyme I'm out of rhyme And nothing to hang on to A record and a phone to kill the time ...read more

Come on, get up get out of bed you're not alive Shadows in the hall take you outside They're gonna show you where I am They fill in all the empty space you left behind Tracing...read more

Man's inhumanity towards man Stop them when they first began Tell them this road's to die on It's nowhere land They're never supposed to reach Or be kindly received They're...read more

Stuck inside my cell, this southern California hell Things here aren't going quite so well as it would seem It should be said, I've got your picture by my bed To bring me back...read more

I see how faces are flooding the halls of your house, would you mind if we snuck to the front porch and there with our small view, a toast to all things new. i'd stay a little...read more