Tom: E E Ab This is a song for Phil Daoust: A C B occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust. E Ab I never ever ever mentioned your name, A B or the review that you wrote, when I was new to this game. C#m C#m/C But now the time has come, C#m/B C#m/Bb I think I've dealt with my feelings at last. F#m I really wanna forgive ya Phil, B A B yeah I wanna put the past in the past-a E Ab Oh and as this is such a big tour, A C B I thought I outta take the opportunity. E Ab 'Cause there's a pretty good chance somebody out there will know you, A B Maybe they would pass on a message for me. C#m C#m/C C#m/B C#m/Bb Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust, F#m That it's been three years since you wrote it, Abm and time is very healing. A But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid face B and make your children watch while I force you to eat them. A B Yeah I wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat. E B Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, C#m Abm This is my Phil Doust Song, A E Everybody sing along, A La la la la la la la, B E I hope one of your family' members dies. B Phil, Ding Dang Dong. C#m Abm I've written you this special song, A E to help you get the attention - A B you obviously, desperately lack. E Ab And I know that you're a smart man, A C B and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard- E Ab To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual A B tantrums in the supermarket isles of your self-regard. C#m C#m/C C#m/B C#m/Bb Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust. F#m Abm While a deadlines always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining. A B A So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt. E B Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, C# Abm This is my Phil Doust Song, A E Everybody sing along, A Tra la la la la la la, B E I hope something you love catches on fire. B Phil, Ding Dang Dong. C#m Abm I've written you this special song, A E to show how far I've come along - A B in my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback. You fucking poo-face.