Or Lyrics & Chords By Slur

Hear thou the things which must come to pass in the last times There shall be famine and war and earthquakes in diverse places Snow and ice and great drought shall there be And...read more

Eight red pills, hidden with France in her drawer. There's another lilt on her, and I draw it up, lissome and larkspur. My hook or your bride skeined around me, she smiles, ...read more

The night is so cold I'm hoping to hear you The whisper of a morning sun brings me no hope This feeling is overwhelming Nothing counts except from you Don't leave me...read more

In yr mouth a wad of cash Moist roll of hundreds Fingers thru yr hair Silver quarters drop To yr pleated skirt Cannisters of whipped cream In yr sweater pockets A look...read more