Short Miller Lyrics & Chords By A Ghost's Face Two Inches From Your Own Face

Like limbs of a tree, the older we get the more rigid we grow, and more bound to break. the earth is forgotten as we reach the sun. described by most as treating your life like a...read more

I won t pretend that I'm happy with this and i resent that we stand in a state of imprisonment we live in a place where the money's not free and the money controls what...read more

We're in their palms We're in their bombs We're in their jails and we're in their bed Something should be said Rebellion isn't trite because its old So...read more

You look into my eyes and you laugh at me All your faces don't look the same I walk across the floor on my knees and you hold my hand We've got to laugh at those things...read more

Johnny Law, get off my back Johnny Law, cut me some slack I know your rules and I can play your fucking game Yes sir, No sir ...read more