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[Verse]
Am
“To Be Born As Anything But This”
F
The Dying Wish Of A Dinosaur’s Dish
Dm
Of No Use, A Shitty Gift Like A Single Slipper
G E
I Go Diffuse In City Quick Like The Little Dipper
Am
She’s Cute With Little Titties And A Sense Of Humor
F
But To Tell You The Truth, Sir, I Pity The Poor Fool
Dm
Her, Fruitless In A Holster And Clueless In A Kiss
G E
I’m Older Than Death. Vulgar With Unfresh Breath
Am
During Sex I Might Put Us In Some Joke Positions
F
But It’s Scary
Always How We End Up In Mission-
Dm
-ary Like The Daring Men Who Fight To Submission
G E
Barely Conscious There To Care About This Split Decision
Am
Your Sour Thoughts You Wield At Me, You Ring Out Your Mellon
F
But It Yields Only Drops Like An Unripe Lemon
Dm
All A Man Can Understand Is Your Bad Intentions
G E
The Less You Talk The More You Draw And Seal An Ending
Am
Keep Leafing Through The Glossary
Sittin’ There Puffin’ Weed
F
Telling Me Repeatedly All The Things You Wanna Be
Dm
The Thug’s Just A Boy, Wants My Money In The Bag
G E
Was Your Love But A Ploy Like Bugs Bunny In Drag?
Am
I Leave My Lungs Open, Exposed To The Whole Crew
F
While You Sneak A Bump, And Smoke Cloves In The Coat room
Dm
Itching Like A Local Ho
Wishing Like Pinocchio
G
The Wind Is At My Back A-new
E
But Still I Feel The Lack Of You
Am
Oh, You Were So Heavy In My Heart, Boo
F
That Soon, No Longer Could My True Heart Hold You
Dm
And Like The Angular Etruscan Tchotchke My Mom Got Me
G E
In The Met Gift Shop In ‘92
Am
Tearing From The Brown Paper Bag I Kept It In When It Was New
F
After I Left It Overnight And It Was Wet With Dew
Dm
It Sounds Blue, And Shitty
But Of Course, Kid
G
Like The Little Skinny Bronze Horse Did
E
You Fell Through
Am
You Were Like A Buoy I Put Down In Open Ocean
F
But With No Cross Staff, And No Compass In My Possession
Dm
And Too Far Out For A Lighthouse To Provide Discretion
G E
How Could I Presume That You’d Devine Direction?
Am
Must Have Patience
Accept No Imitations
F
Take No Paper Hearts And Fuckin’ Hate Carnations
Dm
Though My Home Is Vacant
Yeah, I’m Lonesome While I Wait
G E
That’s No Open Invitation, Made To Hope We Make Acquaintance
Am
The Long Walks Home From The Laundromat
F
In Pop-pop’s Holden Caulfield Hat Alone
Dm
Lost For Certain, Dry And Pent
G E
Dead, Spent Like A Merchant Ivory Gent
Am
Yes, To Yet Get A Spouse
And Kids, Have A House-full
F
But I’m Hard To Be Around
And Sterile As A Roused Mule
Dm
(preemptive Nostalgia Of The Possible But Doubtful)
G E
Preemptive Nostalgia Of The Possible But Doubtful
