The Rest Lyrics & Chords By The Gundown

Act one Of the world, past curtains And we are merely players in this short run And we throw the tomatoes And now we’ve made a salad of the stage Front, and center, no one...read more

Last week I traded my surprise for your lament It's older now; the softest dirge, the shrillest cries Mistook the signs down from the road But the foul stories recaptured my...read more