In Stitches Lyrics & Chords By The People

My body bangs and twitches, this brown liquor wets my tounge. My fingers find the stitches, firmly back and forth they run. I need no other memory of the bits of me I left When all...read more

What have we here? Where the fragmented mind is reassembled A new gift for crying out loud A small token of our appreciation Human amusements at hourly rates It all makes...read more

Slink past the stoned rasta painters on baronne Blink and the walmart of the dead blurs On baronne Found you Look around you Wild parrots and gin in the air Don’t know...read more