Summer Classics Lyrics & Chords By Donk

Taste leaves, lay low. but it's the dirt you want, a grinning Mouth of mud Spectators come, the profane will watch, And in a claque for show, put me in the show If i hope we're...read more

Even still you're livin at your father's... walk alone in the afterworld. you can't help going where the truth is, repeat your lines, keep runnin' over them. ...read more

their hands fill with coins, they run to make it cash, and leave the town, but the buildings form, they're so large, you must get on out. before there was crime, we could lie,...read more

And those weird China blues Never go away Sad, mad blues For all the while they seem to say Oh, Limehouse kid Oh, oh, Limehouse kid Goin' the way That the rest of them...read more

With a busted bleedin' eye, You'd still go on and shake their hands goodbye, As i run down and watch all their fists collide And you can meet me out on your drive, Easy now,...read more