Album by Powderfinger
Number of Lyrics in Album : 13
By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Fanning)you've been working all you lifeall weekends and overtimewhile your
By Powderfinger, You go, I feel like dropping bombs Between your eyes but
By Powderfinger, Honesty is out of style So hammer in the coffin nails A
By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Fanning)At quarter to ninemy plus one decides to maker her
By Powderfinger, I creep around slowly and receive from the TV Signals about
By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Coghill/Fanning)He's at you again raytesting out your head spaceno matter
By Powderfinger, A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley
By Powderfinger, Do do do do do Always on time Do do do do
By Powderfinger, (Middleton)A combination of the two wort ideals that you might
By Powderfinger, Caged You hold so tight, until your knuckles show Escape As far away
By Powderfinger, I tell you he?s a private man In a public circumstance He?s
By Powderfinger, Memories are fading, a single voice complaining While days are stacking
By Powderfinger, I could not face, I could not face you Lost my