43 1 35min
But my song ain't through playin' yet So I believe I'll hit the road and go.
23 0 36min
Your name appears at such an alarming rate In this town I can't escape.
18 0 49min
They were all in love with dying They were drinking from a fountain That was pouring like an avalanche Coming down the mountain.
19 0 35min
Dead men working a sinner, a saint Mixing up a pail of paint Painted the house black as night When the sun came up The house was white.
49 6 27min
These are songs about growing up in the suburbs, which are far stranger than cities.