Album by Augie March
Number of Lyrics in Album : 14
By Augie March, Blind to the charms of the Toecutter Arms, My labor
By Augie March, Your issue may walk among fine moral spires, But if
By Augie March, It's too hot babe, pull the covers back, Don't touch
By Augie March, At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave,
By Augie March, Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
By Augie March, You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead, you
By Augie March, Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't
By Augie March, Some go high and very low, None too different or
By Augie March, Duty, who's your master? Who gave you fingers? Who gave
By Augie March, There's a place I've been told, and when I grow
By Augie March, This honey month I'm telling you don't go turning your
By Augie March, Here on the hill above the settlement, the buildings are
By Augie March, Autumn leaves are flying, (each a baby's brittle boat), The
By Augie March, O how my great liberal heart labours, With the piss in