Tom: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
D
I threw a dart with a diary of my past
C
into my heart and my eyes got pinned
from the rays of the sun
Bbm
Em
of a gun in my heart and I felt
the sweat run through my hair
C
like blood from a long gone wound
Em
but you know I don't care
peacock
Em
it should have been a picture of you
C
or faces of wannabe whores
Em
in a rehabilitation center of stars
D
and I dreamt of dreams all yesterday
Em
and I bought a gallow of
I'm from a liquor store,
Em
and special offer to take it
all away.
C
The bargain binge of the wounded.
D
Em
C
I wanna be a drunk,
Em
but I'm just not good enough,
C
an d I just sleep in a dark,
C
Some people try so hard to sin,
Bbm
fuck themselves up and then give in.
D
C
The price of style is always too much.
I feel so thin
Em
pull my veins out like ripcords,
and my skin would be a parachute
C
for all the crazy people around me
C#m
to land insanity in.
D
C
Or , well, one or two would
die, break a leg,
get an arm stuck in a tree,
D
C
or just miss.
Bbm
I'm a pocket heart.
C
D
I avoid all the laws
C
and the taxes of this world.
I live in a caravan with no wheels
but freshly painted elevators,
D
where I got caught with my hand
up blues dress
C
by already painted sex yuppies,
E
C
D
fueled and fooled by expens
ive cheap red wine
for an overpriced
C
watering hole on Melrose.
D
C
But now I'm in apartment number 520
D
with a sharp sign before it
as my American wife writes it.
I drink vodka, crown apple and orange,
C
and my insides have a party,
there's an orchestra
playing in my heart,
hmm, but there's a blues band in my head,
and all the drinks are free to them.
but my name's not on the guest list
and I'm banned anyway.
So I read Mr. Bukowski,
D
C
whose thoughts and body are older than mine,
yeah, so,
D
C
but it makes me feel fine anyway.
Em
So I light another Marlboro
C
D
from my silver Luger lighter,
C
D
and I use fuel as an ashtray.
Set my drink, plan my next line,
scare the maids till the end of time.
Today I'll shoot thoughts
Em
of this target of insanity.
C
C
Maybe I'm putting my body
into the pit of lust
and just taste the lipstick
on borrowed cigarettes.
I can still remember
the reflection of her body.
s.
I'll love this girl with a passion for insanity,
grain and crime.
I'll love this girl
way past the end of our time.
The end, fin, there is no more.
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