B E My brain makes drugs to keep me slow B E A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh B E But now, not even the masons know B E What drug will keep night from coming B B7 Abm E Em E There are so many tools that are made for my hands B E A But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand B E And there's always someone to say it's easy for me B B7 But I revenged myself all over myself Abm E Em B There's nothing you can say to me E B You never held it at the right angle B E B You never held it at the right angle B Abm Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star But wash your hands of it B Abm Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star Because you can't hold it B B7 Abm E Em (x2) E B E Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl? B E If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle? B E I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more B E Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest B A boreal feast, let it finish me, please B7 Cause I revenged myself all over myself Abm E Em B There's nothing you can do to me E B You never held it at the right angle B E B You never held it at the right angle B Abm Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star But wash your hands of it B Abm Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star Because you can't hold it B E B You never held it at the right angle B E B You never held it at the right angle B You never held it B7 You never held it Abm E Em You never held it, oh... B You never held it B7 You never held it Abm E Em You never held it, oh... B You never held it B7 You never held it Abm E Em You never held it, oh... B - B7 - Abm - E - Em (x2)
