I Wear Glasses In The Most Brutal Sport Ever Invented Lyrics & Chords By The Speaking Canaries

I backed myself into his Little house of burning corpses Did I stay there? What did I do? Made myself a seat for two What did we both talk about? Judgment day and rose's,...read more

Stay out with me tonight There's some blankets in the back Caught on Autumn's edge out near the woods once again But this time no one expects us back I know it's cold but it's...read more

If there was a time Then now might be a place Fated to fading I've only one ambition for the night Finding the most effective means for giving up on my whole life Stalled...read more

What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long? What's the point of learning if you knew it all along? What's the point of singing if you can't sing...read more

I'm collected enough It goes right above your head uh huh it does To know when I'm getting off It goes right above your head uh huh it does It goes right above my head and...read more