Hi there! I was fed up with reading the wrong tab which has infested the internet. The time signature can seem a little baffling, and the chord progression never seems to resolve properly making you think "Eh?", but this version is certainly closer to the real song. Enjoy! G Em Bm Fm Boys run like water from the barrel to the trough. Fm They'll never stop their running. Bm G Bm G Gunning for their brothers. G Em This house is a hostel. Bm Fm It is peaceful, but it's always emptying. Bm G Bm G Boys all want to be someone. G Em Bm Fm Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird. Fm Bm G Bm G Bm G I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire. G Em Bm Fm If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit--in formal attire, Bm G Bm G I'll score you a string ensemble. G Em Bm Fm Fm Bm G Bm G Em I saw my son at seventeen, Bm Fm Fm Bm G Bm G The shutters made projections on his naked frame. G Em Now at twenty-five, Bm Fm Fm Bm G Bm G He simply cannot stay away from the ketamine. G Em With makeup on his sores, Bm Fm Fm Bm G Bm G He spends an hour a day composing little eulogies. G Em Sometimes he sends me letters, Bm Fm Fm Bm G Bm G But it's mostly garbled phrases and apologies. G Em Bm Fm Haven't you heard? I am a flightless bird. Fm Bm G Bm G Bm G I am a liar, feeding facts to a false fire. G Em Bm Fm If pathos is borne, borne out of bullshit--in formal attire, Bm G Bm G Bm Cue the Bulgarian men's choir.
