Verse 1: Ab "Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips Ab7 Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips Db And it's just endless combinations of the same old sh*t C#m Sloshing back and forth across some continents" Ab Ab7 All that talking it ain't got no use when it's just mal-digestion that's been haunting you Db Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods C#m You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news but
Pre-chorus: Ab Ab7 Db Off somewhere in a New York flat, benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable frenetic praise C#m That cauterize before they save Chorus: Ab Db All the truth now in how you're lying there Ab Bbm Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet Ab Db All the truth now in how you're lying there in Ab Bbm C#m Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek Verse 2: Ab Slapped like a has been by syntactic gods Ab7 Whom which the help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw Db And you don't want to look surprised but you're in constant awe C#m Ain't no fig leaf big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now Ab Teeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out Ab7 Infinitely indolent verbs across your page Db Who dig their cloddish claws instantly into some nouns legs C#m If once your manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame but Pre-chorus: Ab Ab7 Off somewhere in New York flat, they don't deal with things like that, just Db C#m Immeasurable frenetic praise that cauterizes as it saves Chorus: Ab Db All the truth now in how you're lying there Ab Bbm Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet Ab Db All the truth now in how you're lying there in Ab Bbm Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek Ab Db All the truth now in how you're lying there Ab Bbm Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet Ab Db All the truth now in how you're lying there in Ab Bbm Angelheaded elsewhere for the past six weeks
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