Too Many Flesh Suppers

G

C  F  C  Am F x2

           Am                     C
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons,
G                   Em
by their hind legs just down from my road.
     Am                                C
You slit their bellies open left the knife inside,
         G                              Em
they'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide.

                 Am
Do you feel the sweat drip?
                    C
Wake up when your hearts skips.
               G                             Em
4am you're screaming, 'Mother, swear I am a good kid'.
                  Am
I lean across to take the wheel,
                         C
whilst so far blisters form and heal,
                   G                                Em
compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again.

F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,

Too many scents linger.
F                     G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F         Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F         Em
Too many scents linger.

Am                    C
You take the bed and I'll take the floor,
G                                Em
I'll block the draft that comes under the door.
Am                       C
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes,
G              Em
I overpack to keep out the cold.

F
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
Am
Too many flesh suppers,

Too many scents linger.
F                     G
Take my callous hand,sink these bloody fingers,
F         Am
Too many flesh suppers,
F         Em
Too many scents linger.

F Am F Am

C                                   F
I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar,
C                            Am                F
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line.
      C                           F
The power that I felt, when you looked me in the eye,
               C                            Am          F
And said 'I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry'.

Am F# F Dm G x3

C F C Am F

     C                                     F
You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth,
C                        Am
by giving Grandkids in return.
      F        G Dm
You watch them die.
C                        F
Through your declining eyes.
       G                Dm
My clandestine, broken cage,
C                                      Am        F
we'll keep them secret, 'cause there's no other way.