Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Glassjaw, Yeah it's over, you can bet in mid-October
I will still
By Glassjaw, I wish I wish I wish Around and about And
By Glassjaw, I am Caligula Gluttun of gluttons The whore over man.
By Glassjaw, Many ways, many days
Many faces down the line
When people whisper
By Glassjaw, Mr. Shiver I'm glad you sent a line
Euphoria's endearing
And it's
By Glassjaw, If it make's you If it makes you scared It
By Glassjaw, You like to carry my heart in a bag that's
By Glassjaw, I'm not impressed, I guess I'm not impressed
With which dialect,
By Glassjaw, Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb
In the city of
By Glassjaw, Time for our men in uniform
With a price upon their
By Glassjaw, Put the needle to the record and hit me with
By Glassjaw, I smell the sound of a growing gash
With pop sensibilities
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