John Cooper Clarke Lyrics & Chords By Majorca

Filth of butchers. no sympathy to the cries of the living. all sad Eyes cry. march of death. as the human race waits in line. one by one Over the cliff as we perish in the cleansing....read more

I sell ice to eskimos when I'm not selling ass to assholes I sell ice to eskimos and like the cut makes the blood so the pork makes the pig show. I'm doing what I do because...read more

Mirage Make sure that this structure is real when the walls look to be thin sure that we've been here before But this time it's just not familiar our sense of recognition...read more

The insect is willing the foot overhead spread eagle it begs for a fuck on its deathbed There is too many ears and too many ideas, too little to fear The insect is willing the foot...read more

Apes that walk in space lick their tongues on the taste, can't place their name with the number with the state......read more