 | In Bocca al Lupo (12 Titles) |
Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Murder by Death, There's a son he is born
With a silver spoon in
By Murder by Death, Fourteen years have passed since that day
Your stories are the
By Murder by Death, We set out for the sea with icicles in our
By Murder by Death, In dynamite mine your hour will come
In a shower of
By Murder by Death, Hole up kid there's a storm comin' down
Work those fingers
By Murder by Death, There's a shred of guilt in every one of us
And
By Murder by Death, I steal a look between the blinds
I unwind
she sleeps
By Murder by Death, I've taken a hit or two
I've given quite a few
I
By Murder by Death, There is steam rising from the gravel on the road
There
By Murder by Death, At the end of the road he calls everyone home
By Murder by Death, Lately, lately we haven't been at our best
And maybe, maybe
By Murder by Death, In the valley the girl waits
At the back of a