SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (T)

Death, hell, torment, suffering, / Will overcome you unless you turn to Christ. / Pain anguish, endless aestruction...

God rulz / God rulz / God rulz...

Death, hell, torment, suffering, / Will overcome you unless you turn to Christ. / Pain anguish, endless aestruction...

In the desert plains / They ride / Two faced killers on the battle line...

Slazing scents taint with blood / Signed his path of death / Trace him to the place of fright...

Love's complicated, love it or hate it / I'm in this to win / You don't have to believe it, take it or leave it...

A force of light, an angel / Sent through time to destroy / Avenging the dark ones...

I saw the clock / (and I) dashed for my socks / I untwisted the lock when......

There lived a knight in Jesuitmont / A huntin' he did ride; / His footmen all attending him,...

Could not have been any more of a disaster / I didn't know he was such a good actor / And she, too, kept a lid on...

How can you tell? You call it a fear. / I call it 'electric', and hold it quite dear. / Scratch it all out, and scratch it within....

Oh my god, he's an idiot / Take one look, it's immediate, not much there goes on behind his stoner eyes. / Oh my gosh, he's an imbecile...

She said “excuse me” and then proceeded to bump into my chest. / I said “which way are you going?” and as I did so I lightly brushed my hand on her boob (oh my god!) / Then it was over, no four leaf clover could provide enough luck....

Carrying burdens, and staring at nothing, a tap on the shoulder. / “You’re too young to get it, just play with your toys. I’ll explain when you’re older” / The cradle and cat, man - enough with the Chapin. I get it, it’s ample....

VERSE 1 / Opening my eyes to see your hair spread on the pillow / Something I can't take in all at once....

FIRST VERSE / Again the bottle spun, and pointed out the next incision / I liked to think that I could choose, like it’s my own decision.....

(talking to myself – ) / Everyone there thinks they knows the truth / Everyone dismisses your excuse...

Coming from above, enamoured with their beauty, / The angels from the skies, they took to the earth, and they / Came and sought daughters of man of their choosing...

I’d be in a bar in Brisbane, and some guy walks up to me and says, “yeah, I know you through Amy” / Or even at my best friend’s wedding, this chick’ll be all like “Hi! I went to school with Amy” / Seems like every time I turn around I meet one of her friends....

I’d watch my Dad make this toast fork , / Bend some wire he’d find up in the shed. / Then he’d take some mesh from a flyscreen...

“Ok but this is the LAST thing I said to my good friend, / If this bombs man, if this time it doesn’t fly… / I’m throwing the towel in. I tire of these welts from...

I am the one you fear at night / and though by day my coat is pure and white, / with blood soaked feathers, clad in leather I’ll......

Thanks a lot for sharing this. I like it when you speak so passionately / Wait, there must be more than this? I tend to tap out momentarily / Every time I close my eyes, I marvel at the power of the mind's persuasion...

The thing with me (aside from struggling to get to sleep) / Is that this doesn't come that easily, despite the past and all the history / I struggle with the continuity, or I lack a certain sense of subtlety...

Started once upon the thyme, where a lot of brave and awesome stories start / Under some old oak and pines, in the time between the summer and the winter / Rolling in an open grave, we see an egg about the size..uh..of an egg?...

Sorta thought I had it covered till the flicker and the flame threw up from the bottom of my throat / And the weasel had a weasling till he came and did this thing and was all, like, “hello”. / You know me man, you know I ain’t as good as that!...

You'll only ever be as good as the dumbest things you've done / And you'll keep replaying all those arguments you never won / And you'll never see the light if you've been staring at the sun...

What a stupid way to end my holiday / I’m writing this to let you know that I’m not okay / I’ve boarded up the windows and locked up the gates...

On a Tuesdee it was, or maybe it was Sundee / My memory’s foggy and flaky at best / 5am start, I put my big old hands to working...

Painted gold, and looking old, the ornament sat on the counter / Fingers cold and sinking souled, the woman was biting her nails / Granny said, it'd keep them fed, this mysterious family heirloom...