Album by Clutch
Number of Lyrics in Album : 13
By Clutch, This was always the last place I expected to be
By Clutch, The fog is rolling in, The tide is high. Diane's as fat
By Clutch, Can't funk with the feel Or with the other three This mother
By Clutch, A kaleidoscope program Is functioning so beautifully Fire up all
By Clutch, Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm... So tell me, when you took
By Clutch, Like a fly to doo doo You need me like
By Clutch, Who's the man who stole fire for the people? Who
By Clutch, Impetus Justification, the means are the end Doctrine and dogma,
By Clutch, I walk wherever the weather provides cause everybody needs some time
By Clutch, In the north they call us Rebels, In the south they
By Clutch, The killer, Scylla, and the limping fool All the beggars
By Clutch, Behind the Cliffside Inn, I heard a fiddle and a
By Clutch, Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too