The Riff Lyrics & Chords By John Brent

Ain't it unny how time Slips away Looking at the cracks creeping across my face I remember the little kid living in here He'll be living here probably until I'm dead ...read more

I met Mr. Death this morning He offered me a ride. I said I think I'm not quite ready yet To travel by your side. "Practice what you preach" Then said the count of...read more

It's been a long since coming Cause she's been away She's got a moist box, it's golden and Should be on my face I Can't Taste It, I Can't Taste It, And I wait patiently ...read more