Cifras
Too Many Flesh Suppers

Tono: G

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                       Am                                         C 
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,
 G                                     Em 
by their hind legs just down from my road.
           Am                                                               C 
You slit their bellies open left the knife inside,
                   G                                                           Em 
they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide.
                                   Am 
Do you feel the sweat drip?
                                         C 
Wake up when your hearts skips.
                               G                                                         Em 
4am you're screaming, 'Mother, swear I am a good kid'.
                                     Am 
I lean across to take the wheel,
                                                   C 
whilst so far blisters form and heal,
                                       G                                                               Em 
compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again.
 F 
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
 Am 
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
 F                                         G 
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
 F                 Am 
Too many flesh suppers,
 F                 Em 
Too many scents linger.
 Am                                       C 
You take the bed and I'll take the floor,
 G                                                               Em 
I'll block the draft that comes under the door.
 Am                                             C 
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes,
 G                           Em 
I overpack to keep out the cold.
 F 
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
 Am 
Too many flesh suppers,
Too many scents linger.
 F                                         G 
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
 F                 Am 
Too many flesh suppers,
 F                 Em 
Too many scents linger.

 C                                                                     F 
I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,
 C                                                       Am                               F 
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line.
             C                                                     F 
The power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,
                               C                                                       Am                   F 
And said 'I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry'.

           C                                                                         F 
You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,
 C                                               Am 
by giving Grandkids in return.
             F               G  Dm 
You watch them die.
 C                                               F 
Through your declining eyes.
               G                               Dm 
My clandestine, broken cage,
 C                                                                           Am               F 
we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other way.
You ripped off my flesh and my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner.