Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

 here's another song with the four

 oldest chords in history

 i guess i lost all ambition turning left on Missouri

 i could have made it better

 but the feelings just aren't there

 my heart is cold and black

 but i just don't think i care

 so here's to me saying "fare-thee-well"

 and when you hear this song i hope it hurts

Chorus

 enamel is stretched too thin

 you're beautiful, but not beneath your skin

 (enamel, like insect shells

 so hollow, like your wedding bells.)

Verse 2

same thing as verse 1)

the phone lines down in mexico are

slow and maybe tired

i think all your devotion, got lost inside

the wires

well i hope you cannot sleep, and i

hope you cannot smile

and i hope that you are burdened with

your guilt for quite a while

i hope you fall in love

but i hope your plans are thwarted

and i hope that now you're back

it's because you were deported