Yankees Mets Lyrics & Chords By Sims

(limped up like a dog with three legs [shut up.] to the stage) so many dark arts to choose you can focus till the phobias evolve in forty hues whether you levitate or bend spoons...read more

I was born in '82 'bout the time of the Cold War flu Born when the world was small Before we connected the zoo But look at the way we grew Dropped the borders, but we kept...read more

he's an old white man with a long white beard who spins long white lies to keep everybody scared and it's the biggest profit that everybody's seen above and wants to share, but...read more

(Muad'Dib) 10 minutes to 240, anything to fit the format Blend chords, ripple effect to get the floor packed Kick doors back and flip the doormat Split your thorax, Mr. Living...read more

The camera's eye dilates, focus escapes A sweeping brush coats the face Petroleum based cover up Concealer and blush to make the cheeks look flush At least real enough Every...read more