Young Lions Lyrics & Chords By The Constantines

Hot tribal night underneath florescent skies bonfires rage strange wild waving shouting Picasso faces In the guise of a lioness the wind kisses her burning dress you can fell...read more

We are Young Lions on the run, hearts beating two as one We are golden, we are silver We are strong, we are wild, we belong to the child within us, hearts on fire Our desires...read more

Roses in the car Roses in the car Bony saddle, bony street Corrugated iron sheet This bed is not concrete This bed in which you sleep Flesh is flesh til blood runs cold ...read more