Sam Broussard lyrics
Sam Broussard lyrics
"Screws, Pins and Bolts Lyrics"
Crematorium
As a word it tastes good on the tongue
Buttery, yet not fattening
all irony, Greek or Latin
Now ashes, as a word, tastes like ashes
Fat salary
That's how this finality translates to me
I
I Want To Know You More Lyrics
In the secret in the quiet place in the stillness You are there in the secret in the qu
t gives my kids laughing fitsIn the secret in the quiet place in the stillness You are there in the secret in the qu
ungrateful little shits
Their worlds of make-believe bought by the bereaved
Screws and pins and bolts
never go up in smoke
It's like the last line of a joke
and I get it
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Limit Of Shunt Lyrics
the deep end is still to rise it needs a filling you rise and then I can't pretend why can't you help m
r /> My wife can't understandthe deep end is still to rise it needs a filling you rise and then I can't pretend why can't you help m
why I'm calm, contented, and I am
She thinks life is hell
exactly why I feel compelled
to owe my clientele at least one happy life
From dust we come, to dust we go
in between we
The Day I Lost Everything Lyrics
i'm here on a mission to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful you see, it's like
drift beneath some doorsi'm here on a mission to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful you see, it's like
There's joy to crush your bones
tears to wash rounded stones
but not enough washing of the feet of whores
You are all equal in my eyes
just different in size
Brief butterflies