Bm D
I aim at the first one who�ll dare to stand still, lord your tension is making me ill
Em F#
You�ve got no friends in your home you�ll got no family stone, can�t go yeah yeah yeah
Everyone on every trip the multi-talanted strip will gather round you with coke and pain
The trees ain�t no doubt the seeds I had no thought about, no yeah yeah yeah
Take them out of west take them on a sweet ride, those little angels are numbered nine
The colored tv once shined on desolation one five they�ve got it yeah yeah yeah
Bust them in the in the light bust them in the in the daylight, they aren�t worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died, the rebound yeah yeah yeah
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G A D Bm
Don�t know why I can�t locate this feeling that I would rather be with you
G F# Bm
It makes no sense you�re crying out loud that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Don�t let them closer to this secret that I may love you
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like I would rather heal your wounds
Now hear the dark gun punching out that I may love you
