Album by A.C. Newman
Number of Lyrics in Album : 5
By A.C. Newman, Like a hit man, Oh, Like a dancer All muscle. Like the old
By A.C. Newman, I was a silent partner. I found myself with the rabble
By A.C. Newman, stop twisting your words into shapes shapes you can only make out
By A.C. Newman, There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues There just
By A.C. Newman, There are maybe ten or twelve Things I could teach you After