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Muscle Car On A Dead End Road chords

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[Intro]
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
'cause that dream was sold so long ago by you...

            
            
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