My Hands The Martyr Lyrics & Chords By Buckman Page

Must be that the world's gone blind. Must be that the world's gone blind. I can't believe that we could see some things and just go on with our lives. Well, it must be that the...read more

Her shaved head and her pierced nose, Her big rotweillers and her tie-dyed clothes, Her Dr. Martins with her biker tights, Her long black leggings on a hot summer night And...read more

Let us agree, that we will be Signs of the life to come And may we believe, and freely receive All that God has done May the fruit we bear be Christ May the harvest be ripe Oh...read more

Give ear oh lord to my prayer in my trouble i call on thee Harken to my cry oh lord For thou dost answer me thou art great and alone art god and wondrous are your deeds ...read more

buck-tooth call-girls on the corner like red-haired roses in the rain dropped off by a drunken mourner on the wrong grave like a train that old west bandits disconnected from the...read more