Intro Chord
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Em        C                       F
I've been habitually rubbing the sleep from my eyes,
          F             G             Em           Am
I see the rain does not respect state lines, why should you?
Em             C        F              F          G        Am
And I've seen dirt dry fires arise by pissing boy fountain statues
C            Em  F    Dm  F          G   Em        Am
And they say electricity, can travel up your piss stream


F               G               Em      Am
Oh am I too concerned with the burn of scrutiny?
            F           G              Em    Am
Cold chased on run and covered like a horse before the race
    Dm     Am        Em    Am
Will I gain weight in later life?
    Dm        Am      Em      Am       F           F    C
And when will someone swing a scythe against me?

Dm Am Em Am
Dm Am Em Am F

              C                  F
Out of every woman on earth, who will I mate with?
            F                  Dm                         F
Or will I spit empty threats, until all that's left, is a million zeros 
G             Em       Am
printed on a roll of ticker-tape?
             F            G          Em         Am
And one last echo of the final tiny wave in my wake?
            C                        F                 F       G     Em
Will all my unused seed collect like mercury, in some kind of afterlife for 
Am
halves?
          C    Dm     F        G       Em        Am
Should I offer up my lats and pecs as stakes in death?
C            G           Dm          Am   (Dm F G Am)?
Whatever the will of the people shall be, Ohio and me

F               G               Em      Am
Oh am I too concerned with the burn of scrutiny?
            F           G              Em    Am
Cold chased on run and covered like a horse before the race
 
   Dm     Am        Em    Am
Will I gain weight in later life?
    Dm        Am      Em      Am       F           F    C
And when will someone swing a scythe against me?

Dm Am Em Am
Dm Am Em Am F

       C                     F                               Dm
Oh I'd rest in peace on a freshly cleaned and steamed plush carpet for sure,
          F           G         Em        Am  
In the vacant third floor of a department store
      C                            F
Or be hung with four nails on the projection wall
         F   G               Em       Am
In an empty convention center banquet hall

              C        F
That's right, I'm like everybody else is
Dm         F         G          Em        Am
Ashamed of sleep, I lie when a phone call wakes me


    F           G               Em      Am
But am I too concerned with the burn of scrutiny?
            F          G              Em               Am
Cold chased on run and covered like a horse before the race

 
  Dm     Am        Em    Am
Will I gain weight in later life?
    Dm        Am      Em      Am       F           F    C
And when will someone swing a scythe against me?

Dm Am Em Am
Dm Am Em Am F