E Is For Estranged Chords

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Hi there!  I was fed up with reading the wrong tab which has infested the 
internet.  The time signature can seem a little baffling, and the chord 
progression never seems to resolve properly making you think "Eh?", but this 
version is certainly closer to the real song.  Enjoy!

G             Em             Bm            Fm
Boys run like water from the barrel to the trough.
              Fm					       
They'll never stop their running.
Bm                G            Bm   G
Gunning for their brothers.
G               Em
This house is a hostel.
      Bm	         Fm
It is peaceful, but it's always emptying.
Bm		 G	     Bm  G
Boys all want to be someone.

G	    Em            Bm           Fm
Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird.
       Fm    Bm              G              Bm    G    Bm  G
I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire.
G            Em                  Bm      Fm
If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit--in formal attire,	
Bm             G                  Bm   G
I'll score you a string ensemble.

G  Em  Bm  Fm  Fm  Bm  G  Bm

G               Em
I saw my son at seventeen,
    Bm                Fm             Fm           Bm G Bm  G
The shutters made projections on his naked frame.
G             Em
Now at twenty-five,
          Bm            Fm           Fm            Bm   G  Bm  G
He simply cannot stay away from the ketamine.
G                   Em
With makeup on his sores,
             Bm            Fm           Fm         Bm   G  Bm  G
He spends an hour a day composing little eulogies.
G                      Em
Sometimes he sends me letters,
           Bm           Fm          Fm             Bm  G  Bm G
But it's mostly garbled phrases and apologies.

G	    Em            Bm           Fm
Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird.
       Fm    Bm              G              Bm    G  Bm  G   
I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire.
G            Em                  Bm      Fm
If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit--in formal attire,	
Bm             G                  Bm   G  Bm
Cue the Bulgarian men's choir.