Letras:
The Elms The Chess Hotel

In my town, there's a piece of hell A little dig called The Chess Hotel You can move on in and be a small town slave Or you can get out now if you're

A tight little tee shirt everybody likes, You come from the country to dance away the night. It isn't that your mama wouldn't be proud, It's only that

You know, I can't forget what I saw the last - The bright red dress or the yellow sash. The cold blew in with the past the day I left my body and never

She's a killer. A real cold killer. She'll drive you out to the back just to kiss -- And attack your will! She's a monster? A real soft winner. Her heart

He looks in the mirror, and flexes and shaves, And his mind says he's cut, and he's tall, and he's brave. He wears cologne to the spa, and a tie to the

I've been talking to myself 'bout the greatness coming? Greatness coming my way! I've been crying to myself 'bout the old man dying? Taking his soul

Please, just deliver me peace and a chance to stay. It ain't even closure I need, it's a recovery. Well, I'd sink in the water or cry at the altar -

There's a rip, like a hole In the heart, in the soul Of the man who wants nothing to do with love. There's a good, like a hope That you could never