Me And Beale Are Vaginas Who Listen To Latterman Lyrics & Chords By Paul Blest

My God, my God! There's nothing left inside this heart Except the memory of what we used to be. Silence us? Bamboo is begging to call a bluff In an attempt to re-educate me. ...read more

What will become of us? We're the first of a dying breed. What will become of us? We've got worn and calloused feet What will become of us? But we're still searching What...read more

Look at you! Fighting wars over God, Fighting paper with rock, fighting fire with logs And all for the chance to survive? How can you American dream and sleep through the night? ...read more

These concrete buildings scrape the sky Capital City's keeping you on my mind all the time But some days I want to run down these alleys screaming "Get me the fuck out of this...read more

Been wasting all our days As tossing matches to a flame We've been drinking hard so we're feeling brave Enough to mourn the days that pass Enough to raise a drinking glass ...read more