21 acessos
C
I was a quick-wit boy
Am
Diving too deep for coins
F
All of your straight blind eyes
G
Wide on my plastic toys
C
Then when the cops closed the fair
Am
I cut my long baby hair
F
Stole me a dog-eared map
G
And called for you everywhere
C
Have I found you?
Am F G
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
C
Or lost you?
Am
American mouth
F G
Big pill looming
C
Now I'm a fat house cat
Am
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
F
Watching the warm poison rats
G
Curl through the wide/white fence cracks
C
pissing on magazine photos
Am F
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
G
Blood of Christ mountain stream
C
Have I found you?
Am F G
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
C
Or lost you?
Am
American mouth
F G F G C C Am F G
Big pill, stuck going down humm humm humm humm