N.o.u. Cooking With Gas! Lyrics & Chords By The Nation Of Ulysses

i've got this syllable sickness called the six-second blues no doubt quixotic talk has been subsumed send down one last time that last send down didn't cut it send down...read more

The troops are quiet tonight, But it's not alright, because we know they're planning something. Don't you know things have settled down, down, down But silence is a dangerous...read more

(She lives like russian roulette. Barrel up to the head. Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness.) Now enter special things to detour all the pain, like a brand new,...read more

I'm glad you killed me In Sunday bests Because I'll haunt forever The rooms I love the best And this is how I'd want to dress In such a mess I've never felt much better ...read more

The Essees still wait for the returned Elijah, Pious devotion shackles them to their faith like a slave, The Greek gods watch down from the heights of Mount Zion, Joking that the...read more