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Verse:
Bm A G Em
I think I'll go home and mull this over
D A G
Before I cram it down my throat...
Bridge:
Em D Em D Em D A G
Em D E D Em D A G
Chorus
Bm G D A Bm G D
All these squaw-king birds won't quit
Bm G D A Bm G D
Build-ing no-thing lay-ing bricks
*On the last verse, let the D ring.
Composition:
Verse: x2
Bridge: x1
Verse: x2
Bridge: x1
Chorus x1
Verse: x2
Bridge: x1
Chorus x1
Lyrics:
Verse 1: I think I'll go home and mull this over before I cram it down my throat.
At long last it's crashed, its collossal mass is broken up into bits in my moat.
Bridge 1: Lift the matress off the floor. Walk the cramps off, go meander in the cold.
Hail to your dark skin. Hiding the fact you're dead again. Underneath the powerlines seeking shade.
Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason.
Verse 2: It's a luscious mix of words and tricks, that let us bet when you know we should fold.
On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped and of the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Bridge 2: Hold your glass up, hold it in. Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day i'll be wondering how. I got so old just wondering how.
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending.
Chorus: All these squawking birds won't quit
Building nothing, laying bricks.
Bridge 3: Hold your glass up, hold it in. Never betray the way you've always known it is.
One day i'll be wondering how. I got so old just wondering how.
I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending.
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