The Old Gospel Choir

C           G
  There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front
                                                    C
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck"
        G
On the back of it

Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick

In my finger or my toe
                                                C    G
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest

All the way to my chest
                                           Am
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears
   C
One good night of sleep per year

            G
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front
              C
But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck"
        G
On the back of it
                                                  C
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick
G                        C
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me
                   G
And from where I'm standing

    Am                 Em
It looks like I'm way long overdue
Am                               Em
I know what you meant when you said "fuck you"
 Am                Em
Breaking up never felt so cruel
     G
And now I'm tired
     C
And now I'm dead to me


(G C Em)  x2

        G                            C
Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts?
          G                               C
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start
            G                             C
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean
           Am             C
I sure as hell know one thing

     C                  C
You sure ain't dead to me