God Suicide

      Am         D         
I can live with god and with 
   G    C
su-i-cide
    Am         D          G       
the same thing holds if I close my 
 C
eyes
it's a truth so pure it can kill you
 dead
a taste of heaven mixed with hell 
inside of my head

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If a three-four cord can ignite a 
flame
and a girl like you can forget my 
name
then I'm that far gone in this 
crooked grave
with a pistol for my creature and a 
feather for my day

When I do go down in a rain of toil
with a hand in my satchel and my 
knees in the soil
I can live with god and with suicide
a lover in her calico, a pony stands
 at her side

I can live with god and with suicide
the same thing holds if I close my 
eyes
it's a truth so pure it can kill you
 dead
a taste of heaven mixed with hell 
inside of my head