Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By The Clarks, Sherrie don’t come ‘round here, don’t come ‘round here no
By The Clarks, Turns out everything is ok
But that’s not the way it’s
By The Clarks, I don’t want to talk about the world today
Wars and
By The Clarks, They park the old coal cars on the inside track
Leave
By The Clarks, Sin and salvation walk hand in hand
Right past the jury
By The Clarks, I just read your letter
That bled from your pen
Lest I
By The Clarks, I stand on a bridge on the west side of
By The Clarks, There’s a rusting religion with a broken converter
Parse the good
By The Clarks, She swore by the deep long lines on her face
By The Clarks, It was never your face on the pictures I never
By The Clarks, She stepped in the light
Opening night
And delivered her lines
Life is
By The Clarks, I see trees of green, red roses, too
I see them
