by The Wytches on album All Your Happy Life

by Bogle Eric on album Miscellaneous

Bogle Eric Miscellaneous The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Thanks to Matt Owers ([email protected]) for correcting these lyrics. THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA Eric Bogle Now when I

by Angel Corpse on album Miscellaneous

Angel Corpse Miscellaneous The Scapegoat [Music Palubicki; Lyrics Helmkamp] I who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body weary of empty clasp St

by Angel Corpse on album Miscellaneous

Angel Corpse Miscellaneous Scapegoat [Music:Palubicki] [Lyrics:Helmkamp 5/95] I who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body weary of empty clasp

by The Wytches on album Wire Frame Mattress

Your late teens are hanging on a wall, Lowered down to the first five rows. Convinced me to leave her on her own, Every breath like a curtain closed. But I see legs they're up in the air, There's spe

by The Wytches on album Wire Frame Matress

Your late teens are hanging on a wall, Lowered down to the first five rows. Convinced me to leave her on her own, Every breath like a curtain closed. But I see legs they're up in the air, There's spe

by The Wytches on album Burn Out the Bruise

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Burn Out the Bruise

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Annabel Dram Reader

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Annabel Dream Reader

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Annabel Dream Reader

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Annabel Dream Reader

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Annabel Dream Reader

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Wytches on album Annabel Dream Reader

I show no emotion on the cat walk And I cried fifteen times in and out of my head I drew pictures of you drowning in my soup Yeah Your claws slipped through like I was made out of glue But It wasn't e

by The Blue Canyon Boys on album Next Go 'Round

by Johnny Winter on album True to the Blues: The Johnny Winter Story

I believes my old lady she done, drive my black bone You know I made my old lady she done, drive my black cat bone I got a funny feeling right here, something's going all wrong She don't shoot in the

by The Wytches on album Burn Out the Bruise

I've been gone sleep walking for too long in the sinking sand. It's no secret that it weighed me down as I extend my hands. And I see your face it drives me mad but no one else believes it. Please don

by The Wytches on album Into The Torched Twilights Of Mad Men

I know it's harder, the length from your shoulder To your hungry eyes, to your bloated mind The flower of Juda paints not a picture But the tasteless life that I abide by Who love has taken that razo

by The Wytches on album Into The Torched Twilights Of Mad Men

And it was crowded So I was leaving And no one wants to see your debt to the sky And it was crowded So I was leaving And you entirely debased my life You strangle me, strangler, strangler Yeah your w

by The Wytches on album Into The Torched Twilights Of Mad Men

The putrid tongue said who's in front Is cheap and bound to die Like any man will hold your hand And spit then put them together I want to be there I want to see it Oh what do you wear But the Robe f