[Verse 1]
D
I’d be lying if I didn’t say
Em
Fortune’s wheel’s just for show
F#m
In this brutal turning
Em
Nothing changes the slow grind away
D
Fancy language dies
Em
And everyone’s happy to see her go
F#m Em
Everyone’s happy to strike for more pain
[Refrain]
Em
Happy to strike for more pain
Happy to strike
[Verse 2]
D
I’d be lying if I didn’t say
Em
Fortune’s wheel’s just for show
F#m
In this brutal turning
Em
Nothing changes the cold light of day
D
Fancy language dies
Em
And everyone’s happy to see her go
F#m Em
A snow angel’s a ******* idiot somebody made
[Refrain]
Em
A ******* idiot someone made in the snow
[Verse 3]
E G
Then you look up by chance from the disco dance
A
You’re doing into the light of the moon
F#m
It’s June and you’v? been proved
G D
Yes, you are r?newed
G D
Yes, you are renewed
Em
I think it’s you
D Em F#m Em
………………..
D Em D
…….I think it’s you
D Em F#m Em
………………..
D Em D
…….I think it’s you
D Em F#m Em
………………..
D Em D
…….I think it’s you
D Em F#m Em
………………..
D Em
…….I think it’s you
Em
…Oh Aggie, your beating heart was a carriage made of gold
How the arithmetic of this guitar melts your heart is beyond me
And when I say beyond me, I mean beyond me
Love ya, I barely know you, it goes to show
Who really knows what love is?
The branches, the breeze, the roiling seas
None of it seems worth mentioning
Bm
And I’m in the process of figuring it out
A
Even if it’s elementary
Em
A scrapyard angel, wings of brass
Bm
Ash, a river called trash
A
And speaking of lifelike, this is what life’s like
Em
You thread the needle, then the needle’s dry
You thread the needle, then the needle’s dry
Bm A
…And….think to himself
Em
Go off like a, Go off like a, Go off like a, Go off like a
Go off like a hydrogen bomb
Bm A
…But I Do radiate a certain glow
Em
It flutters and fades, a Ferris wheel on the run from the snow
Bm A Em
………You have to look at it from all angles
Says the cubist judge from cubist jail
Bm A
The sky glows, the heat is unbearable
Em
Parrot weather…
Bm A Em
…My decision is final, a crazy game…
I traded the moonlight for the morning dew
Bm
…I know dusk when I see one
A
I know rust when I see it
Em
You come out swinging but you Go down swinging too
Bm
You pay good money for a million dollar view
Flipping the pages of Chatelaine
The rude empiricism of every troubled loser
Quote, unquote, unquote
Em
A moment alone please
A moment alone please
A moment alone please
With this, with this
With this rhapsody
With this rhapsody
Vital information from where I’m standing
Low-born Madonna
With their typewriters in the rain
Clacking their misfortune, speech, speech
A figure of light’s trapped inside it
How’s it France? Where’d you go?
And while we’re on the subject of psychotic passwords
Honing in on nothing
everybody wants her
Oh ****, I feel like a discovery someone once saw
On a clear day
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