Standard (EADGBE)
Verse 1
your silver tounge laughs at the clowns of our age
a slow production line of cheap shots from
both sides shot from the hip
to my seventh rib a spoiled tomato lies in all that you
say and I was the last of us to know
sound the alarm for my
sentimental ways have come in view we've all got our own
knives sold to the worst of devils we
know our mind and tight skin will soon be
old but this wasn't meant for us to know
G riff slide to Bb three times
Youths open shutters give way to another taken by sleight of
hand, and every american has the mouth of a pelican
now can I share that pillow with you love?
they've got us in fits to find a way
out of this, exploded view of a life once so
simple first with the curse and my senti-
mental ways are drawing my innocence to a close
but these weren't mean for me to know