Tom: F major•
Verse 1
C
Gm
Keep your producer guessing
C
And say it was mostly fiction
Gm
If they ever come to get you
Better bet your bottom dollar
On the spirit, son, and father
C
That I'll spit and shit and holler, yeah
Cause I'm my mother's daughter
Gm
Be warned, my temper burns
Like a ginger- blow pugilist
I never learned to swing elbows
Or use my fist
Gm
Trying to live and let live and focus
Invest in problem markets
C
But killer's on a road trip
D
His text says not with carcass
Verse 2
Gm
Bb
F
From the backs of tent flyers in pen
Em
D
The guilt- racked liar pretend
Bm
G
s to confess
C
Verse 3
Gm
When I was a little fat kid
I'd throw fits and punch doors
I've just thinned; I want more
Gm
Down pinned on the floor
Trading places with my shadow
C
A pallid sallow corpse for a
rising hell to swallow
Gm
Fully unarmed or armed under the
robes with a staff only
C
Or unarmed fully under the robes
Through the ribs and inner but
Gm
But for a bulging lung of poison
Poised to voice its cuts
C
And what's worse, of course
D
The sick and bile- y guts
Gm
Bb
From the backs of tent flyers in
Verse 4
F
pen
Em
D
Bm
The guilt- racked liar pretends
C
Verse 5
Gm
They asked him whether
he was sane
And if he'll ever kill again
C
Take half a clever lawyer's brain
To link the weapon to the man
Gm
Bitter thoughts, liver spots
Or bash your skull on river rocks
C
Love you lots, signed mom with
hearts
Gm
Bb
F
From the backs of tent flyers in pen
Verse 6
Em
D
Bm
The guilt- racked liar pretends
Outro 1
G
C
Gm
C
Gm
C
Am
F
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