Old School Or Not Your Still A Dick Lyrics & Chords By The Curse

Two packs, and a bottle of jack. Neurotic, gotta wash it all back. Stand em up, knock em down. Feel each cruel, dont make a sound. March in the angels for a graceless fall. ...read more

We live with covered eyes convinced that we still see. Colored lies say we can be something more than lost at sea. Something more than lost at sea. A fragile version. A little more...read more

Temperatures rising Sapping all the life from once thriving energies Fearing failure Cause of the scheme to run from our enemy Let's look at the factors Draw upon our...read more

Freaking out on the rotten flesh Smell the stench from the graves Rip the guts from the inside out Feel the rush in our veins Torn from the grave Ripping cunts in a vulgar...read more

I ain't no father's son no one taught me how to be sequestered firmly by words never said Here we are face to face no more words promises to chase here we are saying...read more