Mary Anne Beck Lyrics & Chords By The Stickmen

"Give me the merchants of the Indian mines That trade in metal of the purest mold, The wealthy Moor that in the eastern rocks Without control can pick his riches up And in...read more

I lived in the country where the dead wood aches In a house made of stone and a thousand mistakes Where the glory of morning got crushed by the burden of day I went down to the...read more

i heard the echos from space they saw the pictures on the walls of the cave and they were pretty dead but you were really dead collecting coins with the president's face ...read more

What do we owe this extreme pleasure to? Your presence is so very appreciated Let us now drop to our knees in praise and lick from between the toes of your feet may we rest ...read more

What's the use of talking, I'm finished again Clean yourself up, I'm finished again You heard what I said What's the use of talking, I'm finished again Everyone already knows...read more