Key: G
Introduction:
G
And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Bm7
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
G
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
Bm7
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous
G
And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
Bm7
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
G
And if it's all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Bm7
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday
G
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
Bm7
We will put this flesh into the ground again