Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Butch Walker, One nine six nine Press the tape recorder let's get this
By Butch Walker, Born from hippies back in '69 I was bored by 1992 I
By Butch Walker, Ribbons are flying out the window. As we drove down the
By Butch Walker, I'm not happy with myself these days I took the best
By Butch Walker, Here comes the heartache The move out day Excuses for my friends Here
By Butch Walker, Now honey, dry your eyes. Get back in the car. There's no
By Butch Walker, I woke up on Sunday morning With a shoe that was
By Butch Walker, Now everybody sleeps But I haven't done that In the last few
By Butch Walker, Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and
By Butch Walker, Oh! Here come the captain She's a firecracker, skinny jeans Two lips of