Midwest Lyrics & Chords By Rubberoom

There's nothing to do in the midwest but dream Like spiders on the walls of abandoned factories Setting fire to the trash, dance beneath the fog When the cops come we run like...read more

Can't catch a break with a noose Peacock to pigeon, I felt that change Pressed my face to the stone Once strong legs gone lame I borrow too often and I hate work Good heart,...read more

In the midwest, I know a man I can't remember the name of his town He holds cigarettes But dreams of my hands When December's cold claim burns down With eyes on...read more