There was a boy Who liked to wiggle his tooth loose so he could show...
(words & music by j. christopher) Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in...
we used to drink our bacardi (alexander/welsh/badlees) behind the old house and bitch about dream...
We used to drink our bacardi Behind the old school And bitch about dreams That...
Sit by me silently and brush my beard. No mess...
If i don't know, i can't understand. 'll get the...
I see cherubs swarm around the bed and swooping down...
I'd been to a friends house for dinner. My mum...
We met on mutual ground But you avoided my gaze...
When we were last here we named our offspring, But...
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...
So that was the first big weekend of the summer......