Scene 17 Lyrics & Chords By Short Fuse

Wake up, it's Sunday morning, time to go to church Hey Dad, did Mom forget to bring her purse? The preacher drinks wine / while he's robbing you blind His pockets are full...read more

Guns go off around my head As I fall over the fallen dead Cordite fumes that sting my eyes The infantry's always the first to die Who is right, who is wrong? Should we,...read more

Year after year / your time passes by / you've had your Career / now you wonder why / this world is done with... / the sacrifices you make / ...read more

This light shines on And we see all the dumb faces All your lives and memories Will leave no truths or traces You don't believe In the truths we've told So get lost You...read more

You better tell somebody, go on, you might as well, document your feelings, it might be your last chance you can't tell, scream and shout about it, make sure it's good and...read more