lyrics to holiday home |
holiday home
on mechanic street
there's a man who's walking
through the cold
in flames
there's a sweet salvation army band
there's a drunk that's begging
with his hands
outstretched
up towards the ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 20:05:00 GMT |
lyrics to eagle without head |
eagle without head
the rush hour traffic crawls
the sun slowly melts the frost
the morning news is ugly
a nation mourns its loss
seagulls hover over seeded fields
white jet smoke designs the sky
ci...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 21:18:00 GMT |
