Song: Buckets Artist: Skybox Album: Morning After Cuts D A G A? D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) GWell (320003@1)I was sinkin into your veins. I'm a vessel without a sea. You can sink me with you satire, when A (x02220@1) D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) Gyou're (320003@1)tryin to set me free. Well I can get ya with your hate. I can get ya with your rules. You can fix Ame (x02220@1)with your sentiment. You can break me with your truth. D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) G (320003@1) A (x02220@1) DAnd (xx0232@1)I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might A (x02220@1) G (320003@1) Acome (x02220@1)back someday. When we're old and grey, I come back someday. Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that, whatever floats your boat) D-A-G-A Well I can curse you with a chord. I can heal you when you bleed. I can fill you with my logic. I can kill you with my greed. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When we're old an grey, I come back someday. D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) B (x2444x@1) E? You're lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road. There is no reason here, we're all G (320003@1) Ainsane, (x02220@1)we're all inspired. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When we're old an grey, I come back someday. (this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)
