Intro A, A#, D Dm Gm G F Dm As I lay me down to fall asleep Dm Gm F Dm With my demons dying and my pilot light weak Dm Gm G F Dm I curse the last six months I been hiding behind a mustache, yeah F Gm Cm slide to Dm And to those last ten years I been howling a paper moon: fuck you Dm A# This goes out to all my underdone, under-tongue, lung long frontmen (This is what the ghost of someone's dad says) A# G And all us earth growths, some planted Dm And some pulled (Shut up and put your money where your mouth is) Dm Gm G F Dm Shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin Dm Gm F Dm An empty oyster shell and celebrate the hollows Dm A# This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing, backmasking, A# G backslidden pastor's kids (From behind bars it's not so hard to see he's risen) Dm And all us earth growths, some planted And some pulled (But nobody finds God and then goes to prison) Gm F Dm Gm In Berlin I saw two men fuck in a dark corner of a basketball court Dm Gm Dm Just the slight jingle of pocket change pulsing Gm F In the tourist part I lost fifty Euros Dm Gm To the guy with the walnut shells and the marbles Dm Gm It really pissed me off, so oh Dm Gm I thought I'd go back to get my money but all my homies warned me Dm Gm Oh no, those gypsies probably got knives Dm A# This goes out to all my under brewed, double-duped, two times true fools (Stuck faking a phone call or texting for company) A# G And all us earth grows, I'm planted Dm That's some pull (Like a married uncle at a family function) Dm Gm I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths C F Now tell me, what should I do, my god Dm Gm C F The clock's always stuck telling 11:11, or 3:32