Sorted Lyrics & Chords By Mary Trembles

Guildford, Guildford holy mother of Hell and Jesus in the architraves Waiting, waiting, comes to take all my misery away, at least for now Kelvin ghetto homie figure We can work it...read more

Oh my my, oh my my, It has come to this. Oh my my, oh my my, It has come to this. Well it's such a small town and what comes always goes around. And there's crows in the...read more

Can't keep time we're always sleeping Can't see a thing we're always dreaming Out in the sun where I beg your pardon I fell asleep out in your garden Well the trees come up...read more

Ought there be justice? Let us scrutinize these said pages of faith. Fail to follw and genuflect to none. They are everything we never expected, Replace the cotton with barbed wire and...read more

Sitting here, like you got on You're sitting on this train Sitting here, like you got on You're sitting on this train Cause in this city, in this town I dine Cause in this...read more