Intro
A, A#, D

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As I lay me down to fall asleep

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With my demons dying and my pilot light weak
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I curse the last six months I been hiding behind a mustache, yeah

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And to those last ten years I been howling a paper moon: fuck you

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This goes out to all my underdone, under-tongue, lung long frontmen
(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says)
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And all us earth growths, some planted
Dm
And some pulled
(Shut up and put your money where your mouth is)

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Shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin
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An empty oyster shell and celebrate the hollows


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This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing, backmasking, 
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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)


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In Berlin I saw two men fuck in a dark corner of a basketball court
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Just the slight jingle of pocket change pulsing
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In the tourist part I lost fifty Euros
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To the guy with the walnut shells and the marbles
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It really pissed me off, so oh
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I thought I'd go back to get my money but all my homies warned me
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Oh no, those gypsies probably got knives


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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)

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I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths
C           F
Now tell me, what should I do, my god
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The clock's always stuck telling 11:11, or 3:32