Ode To Victoria chords by Ezra Bell

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: E

Intro:

G Em Gm C G

Verse:
G
Now forgive me little one I never quite learned how
Em
the emotional progression of a love song sounds
     C                                            G
and all my inclinations go the wrong way round, uh huh

G
On the seventh of december's where you find your feet
Em                          Gm
turning pirouettes on the downtown street
             C                                          D/F#     G
and in your bed is where the heavens and the whorehouse meet, uh huh

Chorus:
G
And you look so good on paper
     Em
You got that perfect skin
        C                                  G
but you do yourself no favors, when you stretch yourself so thin

death here has its boots on
  Em
when it finally does
 C                                G
It may come for them but it will never come for us

no, never come for us

Post-Chorus:
  G       C              G
Oh-woah, never come for us
    C              G
And i believe i'm with you
    C                G
and put you in your place
        C             G             Em     C    G
with a cat in every window, and a cake on every plate
          C            G             C        G
and your syphilitic hipster bones go no, no, no,
           C                 G              Em      C        G
and they turn left at the bedroom and they wake up in their clothes

Em C G

Verse:
G
while everyones an item we say quit our jobs
 Em
and when they say that we'll be sorry we'll say; say no more
 C
you'll live your safe and happy life behind your concrete doors
 G
fuck off

But if we're gonna make it to the hour of nine
               Em                     Gm
we'll need a dozen cigarettes and a gallon of wine
         C
A seat before the ocean with the mountains behind
   G
fuck off

Chorus:

And you look so good on paper
     Em
You got that perfect skin
        C                                  G
but you do yourself no favors, when you stretch yourself so thin

death here has its boots on
           Em
Little it knows we cant be killed
        C                             G
not by fire, not by loneliness, no throbbing pains of guilt

no throbbing pains of guilt

Post-Chorus:
 G         C                G
no, no throbbing pains of guilt
    C              G
and I believe I'm with you
    C                G
and I will make you mine
        C              G           Em     C       G
with a duffel bag of money and a bathtub full of wine
          C            G             C        G
and your syphilitic hipster bones go no, no, no,
           C                 G              Em      C        G
and they turn left at the bedroom and they wake up in their clothes

Outro:
        C         G
Now I believe I'd win you
   C            G
If I could be myself
        C             G            Em      C     G
While dusty rows of Kerouac grow spiders on my shelf
           C                G
And I've borrowed all the bibles
        C        G
from everyone I know
       C                   G                      Em     Cm        G
And I wipe my boots and I read and root for that poor defenseless Job
       C                   G                      Em     C         G
Yes I wipe my boots and I read and root for that poor defenseless Job