Sally Sandwich Lyrics & Chords By Kangaroo Moon

It's like some overbearing tax on praxis; how I'm supposed to feel bad for this when all I've sworn to do is hold soul like a cold in haunted bronchial tubes. And my...read more

Like a block party with smoke. Little godspittle showers the hair on our arms. My hair still smells like burning church. I know folks brought under the grace of some fog there. I...read more

Blue smoke and cider sounds curled above our heads like tongues of fire under wires in a big City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause is giving birth to answers I can't...read more

So we built burning cities at the top of our notes, now we doubt our commitment to God and Country or Job and Comp'ny. Though no one wants to break their arm to reach for what...read more

Over the tracks, with a sack full of matches, I'm gonna burn all the letters I've wrote. Don't worry, darling, I ain't brave enough to catch it, this fire...read more