If I Die On A Sunday Lyrics & Chords By Richey Hackett

When you speak to me, Treat me like a King Because you know where I'm coming from And I'm about to come undone I'm on a mission honey give me some love CHORUS I want...read more

I could've wrote down every thought i've been thinking to myself all this past year. I would've said in doubt "Oh, I wanna make myself clear." And baby - clearly I need some...read more

Too fast, too odious, too strong Too slick, too hard to get along Too weird - don't know where you belong Too much, too right up in your face Too heavy, get off of my case ...read more

Sittin' on the edge Looking for songs in a bottle Talking with strangers who don't know my pain Blurry eyed and burned out Choking on more than I can swallow Crack in a...read more

OK, this one's called "Whitewash" When was the very first time you saw Chumbawamba? In my dreams! Ha! Working in a forge, black lungs, burnt skin Callouses, arched back,...read more