Red Phone Booth Lyrics & Chords By Kite Flying Robot

Step on up We wanna move until we drop Never gonna do it like a picture crop Put your corn stick trumpet up your ass And play it one more time Step on up Before they do...read more

The party's at it's end a style is named and it's dead there is no latest trend i eat just what i'm fed... i'm eating ...read more

Confident with your back to the audience. Tremolo strings begin with your gesturing wrist. Start the orchestra slow with an elegant aire, Then a circular sweep crescendoing...read more

I see you work at night and are you sexually amused? What's it like to have a room of guys encircling you? How she moves and how she walks They all patiently await While the...read more

The cycle never ends I watch you go from one to ten Even if its dead We find a way to paint in red I'm bound to this place Every night unfolds in mysterious ways It's...read more