Future Midcity Massacre

Kyle Craft

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Tom:
[Intro] D A7
D Well I tried, my girl, to put you in a song
Bm A tune to weep for when you're back
G But every time the notes fall flat.
E Your face is made, your bags are packed
G D You were leaving before you were even gone
D Spent lost years in the ring, we're fighting love
Bm Now everything that came before
G My wicked plea and your dreams of war
E They hit me quick, they made me sore
G D A G They taught me swinging hard is not enough
D So meet up with your girls in New Orleans
Bm G Tie your corset, paint your eyes and run wild through the Bourbon night
E It always takes me by surprise
G D D7 How effortless your good time seems to be
G Gm D D7 And I'll send you on your way without a kiss
G Gm E Well, I never gave you all that much to miss
G But, hell, what a time
G D A G Now you're free babe and so am I
D So move on with the mirror in your mind
Bm Watch your style and your step
G And when there's no reflection left
E You'll find you've become someone else
G D A stranger to yourself and all mankind
D And she said this rum it just don't burn me going down
Bm Not like it did when we were young
G It felt like fire across our tongues
E Just like love, that all went numb
G D D7 And the sweetest feelings found their own way out
G Gm D D7 So you send me on my way with cheap red wine,
G Gm E A bouquet of dead flowers and a thirst for twisted nights,
G But, fuck, what a time!
G D B And you're beautiful but you ain't mine
G Gm You're free babe, so very free babe
D B G Gm D And so am I, yeah so am I, yeah so am I
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