Album by Elliott Smith
Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Elliott Smith, alphabet city is haunted constantina feels right at home she probably won't
By Elliott Smith, No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around Christian brothers gonna
By Elliott Smith, They're waking you up to close the bar the street's wet
By Elliott Smith, I'm a junkyard full of false starts and I don't need
By Elliott Smith, A low riding junkie girl rode down south to your little
By Elliott Smith, your hand on his arm Haystack charm around your neck
By Elliott Smith, While the hands are pointing up midnight Your a question mark
By Elliott Smith, Here in line where stupid shit collides With dying shooting stars All
By Elliott Smith, Killing a southern belle is all you know how to
By Elliott Smith, Everything is exactly right When I walk around here drunk every
By Elliott Smith, i'm waiting for the train the subway that only goes one
By Elliott Smith, Keep your things in a place meant to hide But I