Lord Only Knows

Beck

Tom: B

 B                G#                     E              B 
You only got one finger left and it's pointing at the door 
 B                     G#                E                  B  
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floor 
 B                     G#         E                   B        
So I'm picking up the pieces and putting them up for sale 
 B                              G#              E            B 
Throw your meal ticket out the window put your skeletons in jail 
 
F#                                 B  
Cuz' Lord only knows it's getting late 
F#                                   B    
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate 
   E               G#             B              G#   
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall 
G                     F#              B  
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain 
 
 B                G#         E                 B 
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man 
 B          G#                 E                  B   
you do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can 
 B        G#                 E                B 
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink 
 B                      G#           E             B   
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink 
 
F#                                 B 
Cuz' Lord only knows it's getting late 
F#                                B 
Your senses are gone so don't hesitate 
   E              G#            B            G#  
To move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill 
 G                     F#             B 
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain 
 
 
B       A       F#     E      B      A 
Odelay odelay odelay odelay odelay odelay 
      F#             E    B       A      F#    E   
Just passing through,    odelay odelay odelay odelay 
 
 
 
Going back to Houston do the hotdog dance 
Going back to Houston to get me some pants