Jaws of Life
Hunters And Collectors lyrics
Hunters And Collectors lyrics
"Fish Roar 3 17 Lyrics"
The Winter Of Our Love Lyrics
Author unknown (sung by gerry beckley) Found on heard. Snow is falling Evening calling On knees, a c
Author unknown (sung by gerry beckley) Found on heard. Snow is falling Evening calling On knees, a c
I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair
But she said NO
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning up
And there's dead-skin in my bed
Under a bomb
Moth In The Incubator Lyrics
Something in you, it jitters like a moth And I see that your arms are out to God And oh, they kill you when they talk
er's moon she pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down
I refleshed her bones and I built a house of skin
I knocked upon her dog-woman head and let some humour in
Under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-le
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead-skin in my bed
I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice wit
But she said
But she said no
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead-skin in my bed, in my bed
In my bed, sleepy head
Something in you, it jitters like a moth And I see that your arms are out to God And oh, they kill you when they talk
er's moon she pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down
I refleshed her bones and I built a house of skin
I knocked upon her dog-woman head and let some humour in
Under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-le
Testimony Lyrics
I've had some good days And I've had some bad days I know about heartbreak Didn't think that I can make it I
f smell and drags me down, and my level upI've had some good days And I've had some bad days I know about heartbreak Didn't think that I can make it I
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead-skin in my bed
I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice wit
Open My Eyes Lyrics
On the Avenue of dead umbrellas In a place where nothin' sleeps No one's pickin' up the pieces - no one speaks Snow fa
her lions-mane hairOn the Avenue of dead umbrellas In a place where nothin' sleeps No one's pickin' up the pieces - no one speaks Snow fa
But she said
But she said no
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead-skin in my bed, in my bed
In my bed, sleepy head