Mitch Lyrics & Chords By Jonathan Winters

Mon nom de baptême c’est Michel mais pour devenir riche, j’ai dû me trouver un sobriquet plus kitsch, un nom d’ouragan qui laisse la terre en friche, on décida que je...read more

How can I turn this red cross, back into a tick? Like how come I turned good looks into frail and sick? Not only did I blind the blind But I also took their stick Crippled...read more

Lies, lies are from the age Keeping up with the powers of desire Shapes, shapes of things to come Everything in your mind has just become rain Colors are to burn, colors...read more