Prison Dwellers Lyrics & Chords By Think Tree

We got the Moon, it’s ours for the taking We got the Moon, it’s in our hands Look at the Moon, there’s Armstrong-a-leaping He got the Moon, and he’s our man. Send our...read more

Last night they done caught me, trying to direct my dreams I had one where I was writing a book called "Tree Street" Where a man from outer space came and vanished, without a trace ...read more

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I'll pin my heart to my sleeve Hang my sleeve in a tree Where it waves with leaves Like a flag in a breeze But the breeze in your breathe Stinks of lies and death Of a love I...read more

The greased palms and the blood red vans Twelve pound sledge for hands The pancake and the rat-tail braid A cool million in the shade The bleached eyes and the blood red lips ...read more