Profits Of Doom Lyrics & Chords By The Bitter End

These tanks roll off the line And though I make them, they ain't mine I make my life from sales of death I feel no guilt, I'm just here to collect It seems so useless to...read more

Born with a moustache and a supernova, tossed off the cliffs of Dover. Washed up on a far away shore in the arms of the daughter of the Buffalo. Mamma said he was the chosen one....read more