My Body Of Years Lyrics & Chords By Zachary Jackson

Learning how to learn, she inserted the knife into the solid, pungent underbelly of insensitive treason. "I am in no mood for truth," she would tell the canister of sixteen millimeter,...read more

Well I'm not pretty or good to the eye Never left my room 'til 25 If I were happy would you punish me? Tie me up and call it therapy Miserable Life, Miserable Life Miserable...read more

I think this cop's pulling you over. No, I think he's after that landrover. No dude, I'm pretty sure he's after your ass, So, pull us over into the grass. ...read more

Dick was obsessed with his dick. He would beat off at least three times a day In the morning, when he woke up Right after or right before dinner Or right before he went to...read more

I'm sorry i cook for shit. I'm sorry my sewing isn't like your mothers. I'll call her up. I'm sorry I dress kinda boyish. I'm sorry my hair isn't long like the girls in your...read more