Racing Postcards Home Lyrics & Chords By Fromanhole

What if you get sick in jail? So what if you get sick in jail. Why don't you look at me when you talk to me, hit me up or fuck with me They needle and knee me and don't need...read more

I'm sick of electronic fingers And voices through receivers Give me hands I'm sick of neurotic picture-makers And heady confrontation Give me heart Oh I'm through with...read more

Oh dear, what's happening here? Oh dear, I think it's perfectly clear. Oh dear, what's happening here? Oh dear, I think it's perfectly clear. Give me one small strain of good...read more

Kisses, kisses, kiss and get to hold it with your hand Kiss and get to fuck it with the best part of a man You can fit another fifth inside and drink the kink right from the can And...read more

See a thousand miles away into a mirror on a wall, the stare/the hair on the head for the ball. Better a fashion show than no show at all. Who will wear the shoe when it fits if...read more