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