Tom: B
Introdução:
B E
My brain makes drugs to keep me slow
B E
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh
B E
But now, not even the masons know
B E
What drug will keep night from coming
E
There are so many tools that are made for my hands
B E A
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
B E
And there's always someone to say it's easy for me
B B7
But I revenged myself all over myself
Abm E Em B
There's nothing you can say to me
E B
You never held it at the right angle
B E B
You never held it at the right angle
B Abm
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
B Abm
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't hold it
E B E
Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
B E
If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle?
B E
I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more
B E
Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest
B
A boreal feast, let it finish me, please
B7
Cause I revenged myself all over myself
Abm E Em B
There's nothing you can do to me
E B
You never held it at the right angle
B E B
You never held it at the right angle
B Abm
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
B Abm
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't hold it
B E B
You never held it at the right angle
B E B
You never held it at the right angle
B
You never held it
B7
You never held it
Abm E Em
You never held it, oh...
B
You never held it
B7
You never held it
Abm E Em
You never held it, oh...
B
You never held it
B7
You never held it
Abm E Em
You never held it, oh...