Hamlets letra

This is it. The nights that stand on two the morning breakfast blues, we must not hold back what keeps us in tact. Our secret tired lonely eyes, still we keep out necks high. And while your cons and everlongs all sound the best. A plague builds from the space between your shirt and your chest. So save us the phrase "a sight for bored lives" we're just a city of hamlets, minus surprise. So from the end to the start, wolf tickets aside, welcome home a premature suicide.

Comadre - Letras

• Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes!
• Blackland dirt
• Breakfast of champions
• Burn The Scene
• City Slickers Part Six
• Cold Rain
• Fill The Void
• Grow Worms
• Hamlets
• Hey, Holmes, Slow Down...
• Hit Me Up On My Celly-Cell
• I Sleep With My Eyes Open!
• King Jeremy
• Make me believe
• Mess with the best, undress like the rest!
• Remind Me Never To Stick My Hand Out The Window Again!
• Sabado Gigante
• Slangin' rocks in the house of God!
• Suicide May Have Been Pact
• Tannerisms
• The Hole In The Ship, SOS
• The trials!
• Viva Hate Part One
• Viva Hate Part Two
• Welcome To Blood Town, Population Buried!
• Well Damn If We All Ate The Berries We Might As Well Die Together
• Who's Got The Golden Ticket Now?