Tom: E
Introdução:
F#m DE E4E F E
E no solo fica so no (A)
E quanto a tablatura foi o que eu consegui tirar.
A F#m
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes I threw them to the sea,
D E
but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
E4 E F E
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
A
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
F#m D E
but the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother that would raise us alone.
E4 E F
We never saw the money that went down your throat
E
through the hole in your belly.
A
Thirteen years old in the subsurbs of Denver,
F#m D E
standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the Catholic church.
E4 E F E
The servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others.
A
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables,
F#m D E
charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you,
E4 E F
I do every year when we count all our blessings
E
and wonder what we're doing here.
A
You're a disgrace to the concept of family.
F#m D
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
E E4 E
and I'll stand up and scream if in the mourning remain quiet,
F E
you can deck out a lie in a suit.
But I won't buy it.
A
I won't join the procession that's speaking their peace,
F#m D
using five dollar words while praising his integrity.
F E
he was bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.