Head Cold Lyrics & Chords By The New Yorker

You don't have to know me To know that something's wrong Eighteen years later, nothings changed, nothing ever does Everyday just worse than the last, I'm fucking...read more

Are we really as sick as we say we are? Or would we like just to take another day off? ...read more

So this is not a question of remorse Who are you to know that there's more to this story That the inside are often misinformed This is not a question of remorse Just one of...read more