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...
When we were last here we named our offspring, But...
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...
If i could always be eighteen. You could always be...
Sit by me silently and brush my beard. No mess...
If i don't know, i can't understand. 'll get the...
If you learn to drive, I can use the train...
So that was the first big weekend of the summer......
You used to be part of the scenery But now...