Album by Bauhaus
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Bauhaus, it'll take you to the top and out to the edge shoot
By Bauhaus, My heart is a black stone A streaking mirror of unseen
By Bauhaus, To the great indian in the sky Our father resides in
By Bauhaus, We put the clocks forward We put the clocks back The mirror
By Bauhaus, Dark, no moon Dark, moon The moon sheds light when all is
By Bauhaus, They all wanna be something better A better singer A better actor Better
By Bauhaus, Undone you say As if a sorry thing If there was an
By Bauhaus, Vagrant held my master's secret art Oh, look at you Loves me,