D5 A5 G5 A?

D5                                                            A5
                                     G5
Well I was sinkin into your veins.  I?m a vessel without a sea.  You can sink me with
you satire, when
            A5                                              D5
                              A5                                              G5
you?re tryin to set me free.  Well I can get ya with your hate.  I can get ya with your
rules.  You can fix
                                                      A5
me with your sentiment.  You can break me with your truth.
        D5                                  A5
            G5                                   A5                     D5
And I can bring you a bucket of shame.  To throw your cares away.  All messed up inside.
 And I might
          A5                                          G5
            A5
come 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)


D5 - A5 - G5 - A5
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.

D5                                                               A5
             B5                                  E?
You?re lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road.  There is no
reason here, we?re all
G5                         A5
insane, 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)