G I’m a junkyard full of A7 false starts
C And I don’t need your per-G mission
To A7 bury my C love under this G bare light A7 bulb

C The Em moon is a A7 sickle C cell
Em It’ll A7 kill you in B7 time
Your C cold white Em brother
A7 Riding in your C blood
B7 Like spun glass in sore eyes

E While the G moon does Bm7 its
di-C#m vision, you’re buried be-C low
And you’re coming up G ro-A7 ses
C every-G where you
A7 go, red C roses D fol-

Instr: G low A7 C G A7 C G A7

C The Em things that you A7 tell your-C self
Em They’ll A7 kill you in B7 time
Your C cold white Em brother a-A7 live in your C blood
B7 Spinning in the night sky

E While the G moon does Bm7 its
di-C#m vision, you’re buried be-C low
And you’re coming up G ro-A7 ses
C every-G where you
A7 go, red C ro-B7 ses

E So you G got in a Bm7 kind of
C#m trouble that nobody C knows
It’s coming up G ro-A7 ses
C every-G where you
A7 go, red C roses D fol-G low