Last Ones Standing Lyrics & Chords By Elliot Gleave

Tell the taxi driver pull up over there Sprint down the street and we dont pay the fare Onto the district line, force open the door Theres loadsa seats free but we cotch on the...read more

Late September The winds begin to change It's the sunset on a seasons joy and pain. With a head sat high; our backs against the wall. When the clock runs out, one side takes it...read more