Dirt And Onions

C E Am E x2 

          C 
Theres a spider 
      E 
In my bedroom 
        Am 
Think I killed it 
       E 
Didnt mean to 
        C 
Found a bird stuck 
     E 
In a shoe box 
      Am 
On my way home 
        E 
From my day job 
        C 
Food in my fridge 
          E 
Starts to spoil 
           Am           E 
Guess Ill do it all again 
        C 
Fill my cart up 
         E 
Feed the fires 
          Am           E 
While the world stays starving 


F                     F 
    One of these days 
                G 
Ill make up my mind 

Become the little things 
    G 
The miracles of life 


             C      E 
Give me some time 
             Am     E 
Give me some space 
          C       E 
How can I know 
                     Am       E 
When things start to change 
           C        E 
Is there a light 
                       Am  
That shines through my skin 
        E      C        E         Am   E 
Im sure that someday Ill be great 


      C 
Im a hamster 
     E 
In a wheel, theres 
       Am             E 
People tapping on the glass 
        C 
Sit and wonder 
           E 
What shes thinking 
       Am            E 
Always asking myself that 
       C 
See my face in 
      E 
Dirty mirrors 
        Am          E 
I dont recognise myself 
        C               E 
Will my life be this forever 
      Am  
Can I be someone else 



F                     F 
    One of these days 
                G 
Ill make up my mind 

Become the little things 
    G 
The miracles of life 


             C      E 
Give me some time 
             Am     E 
Give me some space 
          C       E 
How can I know 
                     Am       E 
When things start to change 
           C        E 
Is there a light 
                       Am  
That shines through my skin 
        E      C        E         Am   E 
Im sure that someday Ill be great 


F                  F 
   One of these days 
                G 
Ill make up my mind 
                  G 
Become the little things 
                     F# 
That make up my life 
         F# 
Take the pins out of my face 
        Ab 
Let the skin fall 

Its not changing anything 


            C 
My mothers garden 
          C 
Is almost empty 
             E 
Theres only dirt and 
       Am 
Onions left 
             C 
They last forever 
        E 
Cut the tops off 
         Am 
Keep the roots, Be- 
           E 
-gin again 
         C 
I wanted flowers 
            E 
I asked for flowers 
        Am               E 
So they wouldnt come for me 
        C 
All our webs, they 
        E 
Weave together 
         Am               E 
If I get out its meant to be