Troubleman Lyrics & Chords By Nina Miranda

She was young once Girl of the bohemian kind In the cold, bright dawn We watched her grow Wisdom begun Season when the river was high On the gray stone, long I walked alone ...read more

Shit they must think they're Gods or something I can see with my eyes closed the way they try to reach their aims I'd better run away as fast as I can how far stupidyty can lead ...read more