Matchbook Poets letra

On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today.
With a bottle of kerosene, I toast to the bourgeoisie.
Tonight, they say everything's gonna be okay.
Tonight, they say, everything's gonna be alright... yeah right.
Not-so-silent weapons for not-so-quiet wars.
Still feels like I'm on trial.
Still got my name on file.
I carve notes like votes on a cinderblock.
Matchbook poets, you know we leave paper trails like coffin nails.
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote a letter today.
On the back of a pack of matches, I wrote my eulogy.

The A.K.A.s - Letras

• Actors & spectators
• All Sinners Welcome In The House Of The A.k.a.s.
• Always On
• Christmas In Hollis
• Confessions Of a Dangerous Mouth
• Dead Flowers Forever
• Deaf Before Dishonor
• Every Great Western
• Everything Is A Commercial
• Freedom Vs. The Perception Of Necessity
• Generation Vexed
• Get It Together
• Gotta Get Outta Here
• In Case I Die Tonight
• Knives On 45's
• Let Their Ears Ring
• Let Your Momma Know
• Let's do The Swing (At The Wrecking Ball)
• Little Miss Apocalypse
• Matchbook Poets
• Only Dangerous On Days That End In Y
• Paranoia Is A Skill
• Romance Is Dead
• She's Got It
• Shout Out Loud
• Spectacle City
• The Best Way To Beat A Mid-Life Crisis (Is To Be Dead)
• The Lady In The Polka Dot Dress
• This Is The Way We Move
• Tools Of The Tirade
• True Love Is Broke
• We Are The Iceberg
• We Write Our Own Anthems
• Weddings And Funerals