Up Yours Hitchcock Lyrics & Chords By Horace Goes Skiing

Money in my pocket and the night is mine. I am a satellite. I am a satellite. The gun is in my pocket and I’ll tell you why I’m never satisfied. I’m never satisfied. ...read more

You've got me baited The hook's in my mouth But I don't want to let you know You see, I fall so slowly Like leaves in the air It's tearing me to bitter end I...read more

This won't be the last time, can't stop, Next in line for the wage of sin. No one knows when it's going to begin, Passing time in his father's skin. He came...read more

With the blink of an eye, Never thought to say goodbye. Still he struggles to the shore, Things aren't changing anymore. Never one to seek the light, Left instead to face...read more

We have so far sailed maelstroms Through the tempest light This man-o-war Spills forth with silks, spices and wines Not limerick's dungeons eighteen months Could kill my...read more