E A My brain makes drugs to keep me slow E A A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh E A But now, not even the masons know E A What drug will keep night from coming E E7 C#m A Am A There are so many tools that are made for my hands E A D But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand E A And there's always someone to say it's easy for me E E7 But I revenged myself all over myself C#m A Am E There's nothing you can say to me A E You never held it at the right angle E A E You never held it at the right angle E C#m Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star But wash your hands of it E C#m Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star Because you can't hold it E E7 C#m A Am (x2) A E A Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl? E A If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle? E A I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more E A Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest E A boreal feast, let it finish me, please E7 Cause I revenged myself all over myself C#m A Am E There's nothing you can do to me A E You never held it at the right angle E A E You never held it at the right angle E C#m Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star But wash your hands of it E C#m Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star Because you can't hold it E A E You never held it at the right angle E A E You never held it at the right angle E You never held it E7 You never held it C#m A Am You never held it, oh... E You never held it E7 You never held it C#m A Am You never held it, oh... E You never held it E7 You never held it C#m A Am You never held it, oh... E - E7 - C#m - A - Am (x2)
