Em (022000@1) Cthat (x32010@1)crucial filament is all but spent Em (022000@1) Cand (x32010@1)soon it will be dark in my basement Em (022000@1) Cmy (x32010@1)heart is waxing the slick floor again Em (022000@1) Choping (x32010@1)i'll slip, and fall in love Am (x02210@1)well, she gave me the choice Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) Fto (133211@1)remain and rejoice or to recoil and rebel C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) Fwell, (133211@1)papa, this gravity attack C (x32010@1) Fyeah, (133211@1)it's a gravity attack G (320003@1) Fand (133211@1)i can't seem to carry, much less bury the past (same for all verses) well, your ex-girlfriend said i was a terrible mess yeah, she's got a real good head on her shoulders when the singer spoke and confessed he didn't really smoke cigarettes, she said her teenage brother smouldered on a hotbed of coal in a sterile white room underneath that joy division poster he moaned papa, he moaned papa, sometimes i gotta vent my spleen! sometimes i gotta vent my spleen when i get shattered in the heart and scattered in the brain well, all the medicine in these sermons still can't keep his brazen nose from turning and salvation, it may come free of charge but faith always costs him something they say there's nothing as sacred as the blood between brothers when it's pricked from their thumbs and exchanged beneath the covers well, papa, my brother is gone! yeah, my brother is gone! so would you tell me now how it is i'm supposed to get along? well, you asked for a chorus but you got a refrain yeah, it's another sad song that moves like a train you can't whistle to it but you can fast-forward through it flick it off your shoulder like dead skin they say my head on a plate may curve the debate about the unbearable high cost of living but papa, everything falls apart! everything falls apart and the grass will grow as surely as they'll break your heart
