Mustard Gas Lyrics & Chords By Humiliation

Here they are; the wicked. A panic floods the fields. Deliverance; unthinkable. They play their part, performing oh so well. With empty cores they carry on. "A twisted...read more

I love my mustard gas I love it so But there's things of mustard gas you ought to know She keeps some in the bedroom she keeps some by the phone A cloud hangs in the bathroom...read more