Untitled Lyrics & Chords By The Workhouse

One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break...read more

I remember a phone call, a quarter past nine When you said, "this can't be," and you started to cry And I could tell by your actions, and words that you spoke, That you'd lost...read more

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Ewige Blumenkraft und Fliegende Kinderscheiße Tiefer, noch einmal! Sei du nicht verlaßen in den Geboten der Ordnung Der Aufruhr des Einhandklatschens - zürst muß Ich euch mit...read more