Intro: E B 

E               A                  B 
Staring out the window of our tour bus 
E               A                  B 
And it's just the horny driver and us. 
E                A                     B 
We sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss, 
E                 A                     B  
Talking about our friendly border drug bust, 
E                 A                 B 
And I know the future's cloudy and grey. 
E                 A             B 
Record like mine, give up or go gay. 
E                 A                     B 
You're looking down on me with blue and black eyes, 
E                 A                    B 
Pissing down a storm from purple night skies 

E     A          B 
ahuh ahuuuh ahhh ahuh 

E                A                     B 
And I know the concept's muddy and trite 
E                A                     B 
That all that is large and all that is slight 
E                A                     B 
Is flowing in the stream of holy floodlights. 
E                A                     B 
At writing holy books, Lord knows we bite 
E                A                     B 
But if this is your will and my testament, 
E                A                     B 
I will bow to no belief that they bent. 
E                A                     B 
Still I'm just a sperm begat from your love, 
E                A                     B 
Basking in the bread, the blood of your dove. 

E       A      B 
ahuh ahuuuh ahhh ahuh 

Asus2 Bsus4 

Asus2                      Bsus4 
Can I lie with you in your grave? 
Can I lie with you in your grave? 

E                Asus2                      Bsus4 
There's a crack in the edge of the end of the world 
Where I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl. 
Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell 
In our room with a view and a window to hell 
Where those who buried bodies in their barrels of fun 
Will be marched through museums that display what they've done. 
They'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin 
Where we'll reluctantly let them in. 
So can I lie in your grave? 

There's a crack in the edge of the end of the world 
Where I will sit with my love in it's fluorescent swirl. 
Eat us up, break it down to the tiniest cell 
In our room with a view and a window to hell 
Where those who buried bodies in their barrels of fun 
Will be marched through museums that display what they've done. 
They'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin 
Where we'll reluctantly let them in. 
So can I lie in your grave? 

So can I lie in your grave? 
So can I lie in your grave?!