Album by Phish
Number of Lyrics in Album : 5
By Phish, Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors And
By Phish, My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet one You're my
By Phish, Reba sink a boulder in the water Reba tie a cable
By Phish, In the mornin' I pack up my gear And toss it
By Phish, The squirming coil of sunset, I keep within my reach Tried