The Last Gods Lyrics & Chords By Genuflex

I'm just a man with a job You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob Three floors below from Picadilly It's dark and chilly Counting the cars with cocktail bars Keeping a check on...read more

All clear, good Lord Did well to be ignored Your falling temperature like cooling kisses All through your head A made up water's edge A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses...read more

Push my foot through the door, so it don't close anymore. Water - you speak endless water, sounds like nothing at all. Punch and Judas in tandem, puppet or partisan. Speak...read more

Now the dawn is breaking All the breath has gone In the hearts they're waking Love is always there Pass the lives we don't know Silent on the stairs All the trails are...read more

In the weary daylight Do as I am told In the weary daylight I'm old It's such a drag Do what you wonder It's such a drag So you put yourself under What did you...read more