Тексты песен «Bombs Over Providence»

Hey brother can you spare about a half a quart of rye? Ontario water's killed before and I fear I'm the next one on it's mind. I'm damned to review front pages, late apologies that couldn't save us. Barely literate,...

Know I'm still alive because I'm bleeding. Nine lives and three sheets to the wind. The story goes our hero boasts little more than a theory in it's death throes. No solace found in what I put to ground, but I'm...

Stopped dead by the force of the attack, Made mute by the rhetoric that fought back. Left treads lightly on bridges we'll be burned on. Self-made are the enemies they've funded. War with Oceania as always. Once...

We dumb smart kids got guts; we're buying in without selling out. And we're great at parties. Misplaced-aggression chic, or ill-read rebel's grief, we've got our weapons. We've made a lifetime of wearing our comfort...