Standard (EADGBE)

 I can live with god and with su-i-cide

 the same thing holds if I close my eyes

it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead

a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head

If a three-four cord can ignite a flame

and a girl like you can forget my name

then I'm that far gone in this crooked grave

with a pistol for my creature and a feather for my day

When I do go down in a rain of toil

with a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil

I can live with god and with suicide

a lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side

I can live with god and with suicide

the same thing holds if I close my eyes

it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead

a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head