Tom: F
F Gm Bb
Waste of a face never yours for the keeping
F Bb
Slapped across your head
F Gm Bb
Then with what little time remained
F Bb
Set out to forget it
F Gm Bb
Yonder would break days plump with thunder
F Bb
Of new and glorious morn
F
Hours would spill
Gm Bb
Souring still
F Bb
Despite our adornments for them
Dm C
All in good time
Bb F
You break before the light
Dm C
So soaked in wine
Bb F
It dries your will to fight
Dm C Bb F
But everyday is never enough
Dm C Bb F
Sucks tucked in the folds of your guts
Dm C Bb F
Contents of which blaze in your eyes
Dm C Bb
Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit tonight
F Bb
If only the good ones die young
Dm Bb
I'd pray your corruption comes
F Bb
swift like a thief in the night
Dm Bb
Right I'd pluck my right eye right out
F Bb
If only the good ones die young
Dm Bb
I'd pray your corruption comes
F Bb
Swift like a thief in the night
Dm Bb
Right I'd pluck my right eye right out
F
Yanked from your slumber
Gm Bb
What ominous portent
F Bb
Dangles in your face?
F Gm Bb
Rife with sprites falling on knives
F Bb
Crowd into your gaze
F Gm Bb
Well sight is a sense and in your defense
F Bb
One I might liken to
F Gm Bb
The manner in which you touch what you clutch
F Bb
Or the way that the wind touches you
F Bb
If only the good ones die young
Dm Bb
I'd pray your corruption comes
F Bb
Swift like a thief in the night
Dm Bb
Right I'd pluck my right eye right out
F Bb
If only the young ones die good
Dm Bb
I'd pray your corruption would
F Bb
Slip like a slit in the wrist
Dm Bb
Hack the hands, redeem the rest
