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By Torpedo Or Crohns ukulele

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F
sleeping late i hear the sad horns

of labor truck sigh

my neighbor walks by
     Am
high heels click dry

like half a proud horse downbrook

i hear somebody's babbling i mistook 
      F
for a cavalry whispering victory

to the sparks in their kindling 
                                         Am
but but all their green wood's wet and unmet

as of yet by the gases of flame 

pressing again the pending physics 

of my passed down last name 
Bb
living in the tear between two spaces condemned 

in one of the many places

you're not i am 
Dm
hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town 

to write this tune down.

F, Am, Bb, Dm
dun dun dun etc
(it just doesn't stop)


F
today after lunch, i got sick and blew chunks 

all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods 
          Am
this is a new kind of blues, and what about losing
                                                       Bb
limb or loved one in a duel, dissatisfies you or seems just 

as a kid i did not shit my pants much,

why start now with this stuff 

and man i do not bluff 
       F
second caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer 

kisses or stitches, no mitt for these pitches 
        Bb
liggity lone pone one, master of the cheap pun, 

if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone 
    Dm
but i'd be okay cool as a rail 

if they'd just let us have health food in hell 

F, Am, Bb, Dm
dun dun etc it just doesnt stop

                 F
good heavens, background radiation 

and the black arts of waiting

not the same since i 

switched my hair part and started shaving 
    Am
got hexed my hidden hair gone corners 

oh i'll never be a joiner

life long local foreigner i 
    Bb
raw lung homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir 

second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser 
     F
yeah i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song 

i put the phone to my ear

but all's i hears a dial tone 
          Bb
will they map my skull and wrap my bones

when my wig is gone, hmmm?

i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns 
           Dm
only those evil live to see

their own likeness in stone


F, Am, Bb, Dm
dun dun, etc, it just doesnt stop


i cant decide
           F
while i'm alive i'll feel alive
               Am
and what's next

i guess i'll know when i've gotten there
         Bb
well i'm alive, i'll feel alive
               Dm
and what's next

i guess i'll know when i've gotten there


end on F



            
            
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