Baby I Got The Death Rattle

Bm
We burnt all the skin
From the palm of my hands
        D
With an old zippo lighter
And deodorant can
              G                        D
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
   G
No heart line, No sun line
   D
No life line, No need.
     Bm
Said all that I wanted was a quiet life
    A
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
G
Into my flesh and the broad she agreed
D
One look in my sad eyes she had to concede

Bm                     D
"Baby... the girdle of venus got me
                  G
Got me down on my knees.

G       Bm       D

Bm                         D
And baby... baby I got the death rattle and
       A              G
You're six months old s-shakin' me."

Bm       G       D

Bm
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
D
On the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms
       G
In the frost I drew a dick
          Bm
For every girl that wouldn't fuck me
G
Woke early the next morning to see
    D
The frost had bitten me

D                     Bm
My blisters black and touch cold
Bm
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
    A                D
The kind of gift I'd give you
                      G
Like a less committed Van Gogh

G                   D                     G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
              A                    G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray

D                    Bm
Your halo slipped to frame you
Bm
Like a photo, a porthole window
      D
I see blood spill in the pure snow
         A
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones


G                   D                     G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
              A                    G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
            D                G
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
                D
And this is the end

Riff on D here for a bit

(I'm serious, so listen)

D
Baby I got the death rattle
    Bm            G
And baby I got it bad
D
I've been digging my grave for quite some time
         Em                 G
When I'm not digging up the past
D
And I chewed my only necktie
         Bm                G
From the metal frame of my bed
D
Where I tied your wrists together
      Em        G
Spent all night givin'
(Oh, you get the message)

D
Not headstone
Bm
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned

D
Not headstone
Em
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned

D
Not headstone
A
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned