Tiny Voices Lyrics & Chords By Washing Machine

The brown and orange sky holds its breath As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And wait for sleep to overcome us ...read more

I've been all pinched up since Saturday I've run my self dry of excellence Sixteen long years Inhale the bullshit in Whatever I said on Saturday Whatever I did, I'd do it...read more

You wild beasts and you creeping things Get down in your place, Down with all the absolutes God's awful grace. Who wants to see this coming? Who wants to think you do? ...read more