Key: E
Introduction:
E F# G
I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for myself, because it
E F# G
Makes me feel like a real man to hold hegemony over my business, and I
Dm C C7M F7M
I refuse to be abused by the milieu of wistful decay
D E F F/E D
Besides I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me
D C E7
Like they've done today
B A
The lady from the block hunched over on the stoop
C A
With her withered old titty out,
F G F
Sayin' I've been rolled so many times, it's just
C
Feeding the pigeons
B
Now her grandson swings a little rabbit by the leg
A C A
While his mother's playing two wooden flutes
F G F
I want to repo some fugitive air
C D E
To escape this street's vagary aesthetic
E
Has anybody here seen my old friend blob?
F# G
Oh, has anybody seen where he's gone?
E
What he thinks I owe him is his former life
F# G
But how can I unmake someone else's mistakes?
Dm C
I guess I was his anti-hero
C7M F7M
The bitter word on his lips
D E
I hope I never feel a terror like
F F/E D C E7
When you've discovered your autonomy had flipped
C Eº7 F
I feel like I possess only the bad aspects
Eº7 G F C E7
Of invisibility, but none of the good ones
C Eº7 F
Are we walking mausoleums of scented rotting flesh?
Eº7 G
Mother always liked you best
F C
Liked your teeth upon her breast
C Eº7 F
Paint him with the oils from the eyes of street cats
Eº7 G
Through some shitty witchcraft
F C E7
And apply it to their brows and genitalia
C Eº7 F
I had no idea how deeply I wounded you
Eº7 G
But I don't need no forgiveness
F C E7
And no level of contrition will ever do
DE"
at the 3rd, 5th, and 7th frets, but it sounds great if you
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acoustic guitar track, and that's what he's playing. Focus
on the descending root notes on the A string like he does.