Tom: F#m
A D
I’ll not be confined to a common body or a language
F#m D Dm A
That erases what I feel is true
D
And it is my choice to spoon-feed in to the garbage
F#m D Dm A
All that I don't wish to hold onto
E D
Well I cracked my jaw
F#m E
On somebody else's truth
A D
And I clasped my hands
F#m E
On somebody else's god
A D
But a hungry ghost
F#m E
Is pricking the back of my neck
A D
And an ending life
F#m E
Is something I declare dead
A
That I declare
Didn't you think that
Ripping a hole
D F#m
Rippin' a hole in the knee
D Dm A
Of your dreams could make you famous
Wouldn't you have burnt two holes into your eyes
D F#m
Staring at the sun
D Dm A
If it could teach you how to make it
E D
Well I cracked my jaw
F#m E
On somebody else's truth
A D
And I clasped my hands
F#m E
On somebody else's god
A D
But a hungry ghost
F#m E
Is pricking the back of my neck
A D
And an ending life
F#m E
Is something I declare dead
A D
That I declare dead
F#m E
Ooo
A D
That I declare dead
F#m E
Ooo
A D
That I declare dead
F#m E
Ooo
A D
That I declare dead
F#m E
Ahhoh
