There was a boy Who liked to wiggle his tooth loose so he could show...
we used to drink our bacardi (alexander/welsh/badlees) behind the old house and bitch about dream...
(words & music by j. christopher) Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in...
We used to drink our bacardi Behind the old school And bitch about dreams That...
We met on mutual ground But you avoided my gaze...
The night before the funeral, i got some - i...
You used to be part of the scenery But now...
If i could always be eighteen. You could always be...
Sit by me silently and brush my beard. No mess...
I'd been to a friends house for dinner. My mum...
It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny What...
So that was the first big weekend of the summer......
When we were last here we named our offspring, But...
If i don't know, i can't understand. 'll get the...