Shaving

Bm
                     F#7
I’ve been dragging razor blades
G                 D        A
over my face for about ten years 
straight,
Bm              F#7             G
from the week I turned thirteen.
      D           A
Well, yesterday I turned 
twenty-three.
Bm                             
Dad used to joke that he could shave
F#7
 with a knife.
          G                 D     
I’ve never seen a cut on his face 
   A
in all of my life.
Bm        F#7
I hope my skin thickens
G                A
into the kind of man I want to be.

D | F#7 | Bm | G A

D                                  
You’re numb? Yeah, sure, I’ve been 
F#7
numb.
                   Bm              
It’s when you have so many choices,
     G               A
 you end up choosing none.
           D                       
And you're bored, I think I know 
  F#7
the sort.
                     Bm            
As long as you don’t end up there 
       G     A
as your first resort.
           D             F#7
One time a drunk news presenter from
 RTE,
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         Bm                        
took the time out of her busy night
    G          A
 to explain to me,
     D               F#7
that boredom is a pretty recent term
    Bm               G            
and forty years ago, no one used 
   A
the word

Bm                      G
   And there is so much more than 
this,
     D                     A      
some people survive by the skin of
       Bbdim
 their wrist.
Bm       G              D
   And I had to let you know.
     A   Bbdim D
Oh o-oh, oh oh

D | F#7 | Bm | G A

  D                        F#7 
I saw what was basically a child 
                Bm
propped up on stage.
                    G              
He proceeded to say nothing in the 
        A
loudest way.
  D                       F#7  
I lock my jaw so tight, point my 
               Bm
eyes at the ground,
             G        A       
in a futile effort to repel the 
  D
sound.
                 F#7
As my mind starts to wander away,
   Bm                        G    
it calls back just to ask me was I
           A
 ever this way?
    D                       
The chords seem so familiar, 
    F#7
although his speech is slurred.
     Bm                 G     
I notice we’ve the same shaving 
              A
lines as he utters the words:


Bm                      G
   And there is so much more than 
this,
     D                     A      
some people survive by the skin of
       Bbdim
 their wrist.
Bm       G              D
   And I had to let you know.
     A   Bbdim D
Oh o-oh, oh oh

D F#7 G / D Bm G / D F#7 G / Em G

   D               F#7
At six a.m., eight years ago,
      Bm                         G
I was lying in the middle of the Old
 Bawn Road,
        D                F#7
singing “I don’t care if any cars 
come,
        Bm     G
I won’t rise before the sun.”