Walk Dont Run

Tom: D

G Em

G
Walk don’t run 
                               Em
Don’t let them know that you’re all alone
               G
’Cause they’ll chase you and throw you stones
Em
just for fun, from-behind bastards
         G
Here’s a feather, I got it from a crow
Em
Put it on your mesh hat

I know you like to wear black
G
Make it straight to the nearest phone
    Em
and call me (Did you keep my number, zombie?)
            D
’Cause I’ve been there before
      Am                Em     emadd9   Em
and I know what you’re made of
     D
You call her a bitch
        Am                amadd9
but you wish she was right here