sounds better if your gitbox is tuned to drop D .
C :
most the song is : Dm A# Gm Dm
as i lay me down to fall asleep
with my demons dying
and my pilot light weak ,
i curse the last six months
i’ve been hiding behind a mustache , yeah .
and to those last 10 years
i’ve been howling a paper moon .
well fxxk you .
this goes out to all my underdone
and undertongued ,
long longed frontment .
( this is what the ghost of someone’s dad says )
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
and some pulled
shut up and put your money where your mouth is . )
you shine a flashlight in
a hat box and spin ,
an empty oyster shell ,
and celebrate the hollows .
this goes out to dirty dancing , cursing ,
back masking , back slitting pastor’s kids .
( from behind bars its not so hard to see he’s risen . )
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
and some pulled .
nobody finds god and then goes to prison . )
this next part is : Gm A# Dm Gm
Gm A#
in berlin i saw two men fxxk
Dm Gm
in the dark corner of a basketball court .
Dm
just a slight jingle
Gm
of pocket change pulsing .
Gm A#
in the tourist park i lost 50 euros
Dm Gm
to a guy with the walnut shells
and the marble .
Dm
it really pissed me off
Gm
so eww , i thought i’d go
Dm
back to get my money ,
Gm
but all my homies warned me ,
Dm
“oh no , those gypsies probably
Gm
got knives . ”
then strum A D note a couple of times if its dropped it sounds the best
this goes out to all my under brewed ,
double duped , two time truthfuls .
( stop thinking a phone call
or text is too complicated . )
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
( like a married uncle at a family function . )
and some pulled .
i got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths .
now tell me what should i do?
my god , the clock’s always
stuck tellin’ 11 : 11 , at 3 : 32 .
this goes out to all to my under done ,
under tongued blung wunged frontmen .
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
and some pulled
this goes out to my under tongued , over done , long longed frontmen .
( this is what the ghost of someone’s dad says . )
and all us earth growths doin’ the croak
like it ain’t no joke .
in a crowded room projected debonair
aloof impermanance
he shrouded loosely
in a heavy air of indeterminates .
sounds better if your gitbox is tuned to drop D .
C :
most the song is : Dm A# Gm Dm
as i lay me down to fall asleep
with my demons dying
and my pilot light weak ,
i curse the last six months
i’ve been hiding behind a mustache , yeah .
and to those last 10 years
i’ve been howling a paper moon .
well fxxk you .
this goes out to all my underdone
and undertongued ,
long longed frontment .
( this is what the ghost of someone’s dad says )
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
and some pulled
shut up and put your money where your mouth is . )
you shine a flashlight in
a hat box and spin ,
an empty oyster shell ,
and celebrate the hollows .
this goes out to dirty dancing , cursing ,
back masking , back slitting pastor’s kids .
( from behind bars its not so hard to see he’s risen . )
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
and some pulled .
nobody finds god and then goes to prison . )
this next part is : Gm A# Dm Gm
Gm A#
in berlin i saw two men fxxk
Dm Gm
in the dark corner of a basketball court .
Dm
just a slight jingle
Gm
of pocket change pulsing .
Gm A#
in the tourist park i lost 50 euros
Dm Gm
to a guy with the walnut shells
and the marble .
Dm
it really pissed me off
Gm
so eww , i thought i’d go
Dm
back to get my money ,
Gm
but all my homies warned me ,
Dm
“oh no , those gypsies probably
Gm
got knives . ”
then strum A D note a couple of times if its dropped it sounds the best
this goes out to all my under brewed ,
double duped , two time truthfuls .
( stop thinking a phone call
or text is too complicated . )
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
( like a married uncle at a family function . )
and some pulled .
i got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths .
now tell me what should i do?
my god , the clock’s always
stuck tellin’ 11 : 11 , at 3 : 32 .
this goes out to all to my under done ,
under tongued blung wunged frontmen .
and all us earth growths ,
some planted ,
and some pulled
this goes out to my under tongued , over done , long longed frontmen .
( this is what the ghost of someone’s dad says . )
and all us earth growths doin’ the croak
like it ain’t no joke .
in a crowded room projected debonair
aloof impermanance
he shrouded loosely
in a heavy air of indeterminates .
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