Muscle Car On A Dead End Road chords by Myssouri

[Intro]
Bm   Bb   G#m   Bm
G#m   G   Bb   G#m
Bb   E   Bm


[Verse]
     Bm
The great grey sky, flat and wide,
  A
shivers above the heat
     Bm                                         A
And silver rain lays like razor blades into the wounded miles of wheat
         G                                     F#
And the road resists with the rubbery kiss of meat
  Bm
A solitary tower, beaconed and boned,
        A                                   Bm
strobes red as the liquid wind blows like blood in a river,
                              A
and I turn to the driver, say, "This is a dead end road."
        G                F#
And the driver nods he knows.
        G                F#
But the muscle car never slows.

[Instrumental]
E  E  E  E
Em  Em


[Chorus]
    Bm                   D
Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe
           G                       F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
         Bm                        D
Take a drink, steal a light in the stultifying night
         G                      F#
Think of anything that could disguise your life...
           Bm                        D
But don't dream of the girl with the golden hair,
             G                       F#                Bm
cause that dream is old, and there's nothing there for you.


[Verse]
Bm
A great black lie blacked the ride
        A
and the devil stole your seat
    Bm                                                 A
And all about outside were circumscribed signs of your imminent defeat
        G                F#
But the driver never speaks
             Bm
Still you traverse that hide like a cursed pariah,
    A
but who's the one who uttered the oath?
             Bm                                       A
You got your diatribe and your assorted messiahs, but what if you're deprived of both?
         G                F#
And your homely little hoax.
         G              F#
And your homely little hoax.


[Instrumental]
E  E  E  E
Em  Em


[Chorus]
    Bm                   D
Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe
           G                       F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
         Bm                        D
Take a drink, steal a light in the nullifying night
         G                     F#
Think of anything that could negate your life...
          Bm                         D
But don't dream of the girl with the golden hair.
             G                        F#                Bm
'cause that dream is old, and there's nothing there for you...


[Bridge]
F#
Something rises by the side of the road
F#
beneath the sky's judging sty where your view explodes
      G
to reveal the peeled head of a buzzard in your bed
         F#
and it smiles at all your wiles with a lover's dread
           G
and it's preaching to you with its clacking maw
              F#                                                     G
that your provision of a service as a fodder for the fraud is like a tiny abyss,
                                  F#
not what it appears, but all your artifice fits,
                       E
so if you can hear, hear me, hear me:
            Em
You are nothing, like you should be


[Chorus]
    Bm                   D
Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe
           G                       F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
         Bm                        D
Take a drink, steal a light in the nullyfying night
         G                      F#
Think of anything that could disguise your life
    Bm                D
Sit down and soak and piss and moan
           G                       F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
       Bm                             D
Take a drink, steal a light in the sadistic night
         G                         F#
Think of anything that could have saved your life...


[Outro]
             Bm                         D
...but don't dream of the girl with the golden hair,
            F#                 F#         Bm