Black Mud

B                                
  A mind as clear as a cloudless 
A
sky,
G
No room for rust, No room for 
settled dust,
B                                 
A waning wild thrown to bygone 
  A
days,
G
No room for rust, no room for 
settled dust,


                Em
I’m going black mud up around my 
veins,
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           G
And I’m going backwards, shutting 
out the name,
                 Bm                
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into 
 A                       G
something bigger,
                           D       
Is there something bigger?
        Em      Bm

                           D       
Is there something bigger?
        Em      Bm


B                                  A
  Wide awake, but I am sleeping,
G
No room for rust, No room for 
settled dust,
B                         
I’m lying naked, drunk, and 
            A
dreaming,
G
No room for rust, No room for 
settled dust,

                A
Would it all,
              Bm
Would it all,
               D                G
Would it all work at all?       2X