Tom: A A F#m E [Verse] A F#m I won't make this trip I'm already dead E You can eat me If you need to A F#m But I won't taste right As you chew through E All the good times That we outgrew A F#m You feel the salt wind Hit your heavy, wet hair E That the heat wave Couldn't dry out A F#m Now you're crying With a stiff mouth E That still tastes like Your last bite A F#m Of my left leg That's now sheet white E As the flies come In the dead of night A F#m You start to venture Through the ever thick trees E Feet are tired Eyes are weary A F#m You find a stray fox In a plane wreck E With a split lip And a cracked neck A F#m There's a left shoe At the fox's feet E Must've flown here A 'Cross the big sea