Homemade Lyrics & Chords By Usual Suspects

Riding the city bus on the way to school Me and my two sisters and all the ridicule The older girls on the back of the bus Would laugh and call us names They'd talk about our...read more

Sittin' around with my homemade bone I'm naked and loose when no one's home And I may let my fingers roam Juicing free on my holy bone Here I am, on my knees Praying to...read more