The Ghosts Of My Dead Lovers Lyrics & Chords By Phil Shöenfelt & Southern Cross

I can see you're bleeding from your laugh You tried to stop it with an axe You fill the holes with Styrofoam You drive your hammer with a nail Plastic made of sheets Your...read more

The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he hath girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him; "Land of Song!"...read more

Down tide, sick with treason. High rise, final season. Your life cut to ribbons, too. Boo-hoo red, white and you. This time next September. You'll always be dismembered. ...read more

Man watching video The heart keeps on ticking. He doesnt know why He's just cattle for slaughter. The Requiem The Requiem The Requieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem When the meaningful...read more

Raised in the fields in the back of beyond, hauled into position as a prodigal son. I was not Abel - I was a Cain; the kind you find a use for every now and again. I can't...read more