Talking About Death At The Leisure Centre Lyrics & Chords By Simon Wickham-smith

I will buy you things. Things that make your teeth shine. I will buy you gifts with my one thin dime Time is but a thought. I think you've got the time To give me all your...read more

Honey, I'm with the Flinch Mob. I'll clean up your inkspot. I love just the red dot. Pencil through my hand. You always go to work sick. I think you had a wood tick. The...read more

A golf course spins around my head. A pane of glass is in my bed. You were once in my bed. How did you meet them? Did you meet them in the parking lot Where mom got raped and...read more

They don't like blacks. They don't like plastic. They don't like jews. They don't like plastic. So what do they do with their hard-earned coin? Singles at church get kicked...read more

Gotta go to church on Sunday wash my sins right down the drain If I come here long enough, they'll cleanse me, make me pure again. There's nothing wrong with makin' love in the...read more