Place In The Dirt

      InTrO: Bm - F# - Bm - F#

     Bm                           F#
       We are damned and we are dead
      Bm                        
        all god's children to be 
  F#
sent
       Bm                    A
         to our perfect place in the
 sun
         G            F#
          and in the dirt

     Bm                          
       There's a windshield in my 
   F#
heart
      Bm                           
        we are bugs so smeared and 
  F#
scarred
       Bm                          
         and could you stop the 
         A
meat from thinking
          before I swallow all of 
G
it,
                        F#
           could you please?

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      G                    A#    A
       Put me in the motorcade
       G                       A# 
        put me in the death parade
   A

        G                       A#
         dress me up and make me
    A

         G                       F#
          dress me up and make me

           your dying god

     Bm
       angel with needles
      F#
        poked through our eyes
       Bm
         and let the ugly light
        F#
          of the world in
         Bm                     
           and we were no longer 
   A
blind
           G                     
            and we were no longer 
   F#
blind

      G                    A#    A
       Put me in the motorcade
       G                       A# 
        put me in the death parade
   A

        G                       A#
         dress me up and make me
    A

         G                       F#
          dress me up and make me

           your dying god

     Bm                        F#
       Now we hold the "ugly head"
      Bm                          F#
        the Mary-whore is at the bed
       Bm                          
         They've cast the shadow of
      A
 our perfect death
         G                     
          in the sun and in the 
  F#
dirt.