For Whom The Belly Tolls

Bb           Dm                        F                C
May I have a moment please, before the guillotine, to lament on her wet hair
Bb              Dm                        F                C
Tousled over her left shoulder wearing a Corfu t-shirt she took as her nightwear
Bb                 Dm                        F                    C
I could slip on my own salt sobs seeking the cold embrace of the fridge freezer aisle
Bb                 Dm                        F                    C
Catwalk into the dog pound, now with my flesh wounds dressed to spring-summer style

[Chorus]
Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls
            F                     C
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold
Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls
            F                    C
For who all time ticks by until one joke becomes old

[Verse 2]
Bb              Dm                        F                C
There is beauty in the world, I've been told by people I've nothing but trust in
Bb                 Dm                        F                   C
Piled up with the cotton buds, among the toothpicks, inside the dark of the dustbin
Bb                 Dm                        F                      C
Waited outside of "Jersey Boys" for what seemed like a year, a life lived in the vestibule
Bb                 Dm                        F                  C
Scout yourself as a one-man team, you're a one club man denied a testimonial

[Bridge]
Gm              F
(No knot in the waistband)
F
Persuade me to give up and leave quietly
Gm             F
(No reason to grandstand)
F
File me alongside the obscene
Gm
It's 7:20 Monday morning
F
I look to the man with no suit for a warning
   Gm
If open to reason/collusion
        F
May the way that I go be regrettable, gruesome
   C                                              Bb     Dm    C   F
In exchange for one thing: "I beg do not take me today"
F                       Bb       Dm       C        F
Babbling "please let me stay"

[Chorus]
Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls
            F                     C
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold
Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls
            F                    C
For who all time ticks by until one joke becomes old

Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls
            F                     C
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold
Bb           Dm
For whom the belly tolls
F               C
For whom the belly tolls