F All the words in my mouth Dm that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out Dm banded together to form a makeshift militia G and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth. F I stood proud in the gallery Dm With my open socket of a mouth for them to see. Dm They all just laughed and said G Dm G "That boy, he, that boy's got woe....Woe. Dm G He lives with woe....Woe." F And this girl who I met Dm Whose pride makes her hard to forget, Dm She took pity on me horizontally G But most likely because of my band.(hey) F It's all I can get when I'm lonely Dm And these visions of death seem to own me Dm In the quiet of the classrooms G Dm G All across the stacked United States of Woe....Woe. Dm G We live with woe....Woe Dm She said "I can't get laid in this town G Without these pointy fucking shoes. Dm G My feet are so black and blue and so are you." F F Please take me out of my body Dm G Up through the palm trees F F Dm G To smell California in sweet hypocrisy. F F Dm G Floating my senses surround my body. F F Dm G I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.