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This is how I play the song, so it's probably not perfect! Suggestions and corrections welcome.
G
C F C Am F x2
Am C
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,
G Em
by their hind legs just down from my road.
Am C
You slit their bellies open left the knife inside,
G Em
they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide.
Am
Do you feel the sweat drip?
C
Wake up when your hearts skips.
G Em
4am you're screaming, 'Mother, swear I am a good kid'.
Am
I lean across to take the wheel,
C
whilst so far blisters form and heal,
G Em
compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again.
F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
F G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F Em
Too many scents linger.
Am C
You take the bed and I'll take the floor,
G Em
I'll block the draft that comes under the door.
Am C
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes,
G Em
I overpack to keep out the cold.
F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
F G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F Em
Too many scents linger.
F Am F Am
C F
I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,
C Am F
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line.
C F
The power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,
C Am F
And said 'I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry'.
Am F# F Dm G x3
C F C Am F
C F
You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,
C Am
by giving Grandkids in return.
F G Dm
You watch them die.
C F
Through your declining eyes.
G Dm
My clandestine, broken cage,
C Am F
we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other way.
You ripped off my flesh and my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner.
Written by Gareth Campesinos!/Tom Campesinos!