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[Verse 1]
Bm Bm A G Em
I think I'll go home and mull this over
D A G
Before I cram it down my throat.
Bm
At long last its crashed,
A G Em
its collossal mass
D A G
has broken up into bits in my moat.
[Chorus]
Em D Em D
Lift the mattress off the floor,
Em D
Walk the cramps off,
A G
Go meander in the cold.
Em D
Hail to your dark skin,
Em D
Hiding the fact you're dead again,
Em D A G
Underneath the power lines seeking shade.
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all
reason.
[Verse 2]
Bm A G Em
Its a luscious mix of words and tricks
D A G
That let us bet when we know we should fold
Bm A G Em
On rocks I dreamt of where we stepped And
D A G
of the whole mess of roads we're now on.
[Chorus]
Em D Em D
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Em D A G
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
Em D Em
One day I'll be wondering how
D Em
I got so old just wondering how
D A G
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
[Bridge]
Bm A G F#m Em F#m G
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Bm A G F#m Em F#m G
Building nothing, laying bricks.
[Interlude]
| D - | - - | Bm A | G Em |
| D A | G - | Bm A | G Em |
| D A | G - |
[Chorus]
Em D Em D
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Em D A G
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
Em D Em
One day I'll be wondering how
D Em
I got so old just wondering how
D A G
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
[Outro]
Bm A G F#m Em F#m G
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Bm A G F#m Em F#m G
Building nothing, laying bricks.
[Verse 1]
| Bm - | - - | Bm A | G Em |
| D A | G - | Bm A | G Em |
| D A | G - |
I think I'll go home and mull this over
Before I cram it down my throat.
At long last its crashed,
its collossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat.
[Chorus]
| Em D | Em D |
| Em D | A G | Em D | Em D |
| Em D | A G | - - | - - |
| -
Lift the mattress off the floor,
Walk the cramps off,
Go meander in the cold.
Hail to your dark skin,
Hiding the fact you're dead again,
Underneath the power lines seeking shade.
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all
reason.
[Verse 2]
Bm | A G | Em D | A G |
| - Bm | A G | Em D | A G |
| -
Its a luscious mix of words and tricks
That let us bet when we know we should fold
On rocks I dreamt of where we stepped And
of the whole mess of roads we're now on.
[Chorus]
Em | D Em | D Em | D A |
| G Em | D Em | D Em | D A |
| G - | - - | - - |
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
[Bridge]
| Bm A |
| G F#m | Em F#m | G - | Bm A |
| G F#m | Em F#m | G - | - - |
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.
[Interlude]
| D - | - - | Bm A | G Em |
| D A | G - | Bm A | G Em |
| D A | G - |
[Chorus]
| Em D | Em D |
| Em D | A G | Em D | Em D |
| Em D | A G | - - | - - |
| -
Hold your glass up, hold it in
Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day I'll be wondering how
I got so old just wondering how
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern
Of being condescending
[Outro]
Bm | A G | F#m Em | F#m G |
| - Bm | A G | F#m Em | F#m G |
All these squawking birds won't quit.
Building nothing, laying bricks.
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