True Crime Lyrics & Chords By Flatout

Something is broken, broken to the core. Infection is growing, pulled until it's tore. Should I call the Dr.--probably ought to. What's he gonna say?--go away. The thoughts...read more

Bok, sickened by sentimentality, responds I have a taste for true crime, slashed nipples and all the rest, I confess I like true crime. Three men pick up a boy at Taco Loco, ...read more

Daddy please Stay away from me Daddy please I'm just your little girl Daddy please Do you see what you're doing to me? Do you see what you've done To my world? Father ...read more