Tom: Bm
F#m
Most of the shingles are gone
F#m
There are a couple still hanging on
F#m
Like an old man's teeth
F#m
Thrid house in, witH the weeds in the limbs
F#m
and all the broken glass and other peoples trash
F#m
The windows are all busted out
F#m
You can slip your way carefully in
F#m
even stand inside the tape and lay in the shape of her
F#m
chalk out line
[Chorus]
D F#
Monsters are men that the devil gets in
G D
And even he gets so bored sometimes
D F#m
Climbs from his hole, the deep dark below
G D
To entertain himself awhile
G F#m
To entertain himself awhile
[Verse]
F#m
He puts on the body and clothes
F#m
Of someone you think you know
F#m
and you step into those hands like a horse in quicksand
F#m
you find yourself screaming your way to the end
F#m
thats what happened to Aleesha
[Chorus]
D F# F#m
She was dancing wild, tilting from the wine
G D
dark hair and diamond shine
D F#m
lonely and bruised getting over getting used
G D
It's usually the week ones he finds
G F#m
It's usually the week ones he finds
[Verse]
F#m
And he wanted her beauty, it was all he was after
F#m
Oh he'd never hips and legs and skin and arms like hers
F#m
and she was dying for some company
F#m
they found her some days later
F#m
undone, scattered and right beside her
F#m
a straight plain, sledge hammer
[Chorus]
D F#
I heard he plays a mean fiddle and his bows' made of bones
G D
and it sounds like your deepest desire
D F#m
lonely and bruised getting over getting used
G D
It's usually the week ones he finds
G F#m
It's usually the week ones he finds
