Not Insane Lyrics & Chords By The New Yorker

For everytime you tell me that I can't be who I am For everytime you twist my arm and get me to confess For every door you close on me For every boy or girl you turn your back...read more

If you smokin' rock cocaine And some skunky weed And that batch of basement crack Caused your eyes to bleed And your husband is a pain And your latest album Is sitting in ...read more