Bm 
We burnt all the skin 
From the palm of my hands 
        D 
With an old zippo lighter 
And deodorant can 
              G                        D 
I went to the palmist and asked her to read 
   G 
No heart line, No sun line 
   D 
No life line, No need. 
     Bm 
Said all that I wanted was a quiet life 
    A 
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices 
G  
Into my flesh and the broad she agreed 
D 
One look in my sad eyes she had to concede 

Bm                     D 
"Baby... the girdle of venus got me 
                  G 
Got me down on my knees. 

G       Bm       D 

Bm                         D 
And baby... baby I got the death rattle and 
       A              G           
You're six months old s-shakin' me." 

Bm       G       D 

Bm                             
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car 
D 
On the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms 
       G 
In the frost I drew a dick 
          Bm  
For every girl that wouldn't fuck me 
G 
Woke early the next morning to see 
    D 
The frost had bitten me 

D                     Bm 
My blisters black and touch cold 
Bm 
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose 
    A                D 
The kind of gift I'd give you  
                      G 
Like a less committed Van Gogh 

G                   D                     G 
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray      
              A                    G 
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray   
         
D                    Bm 
Your halo slipped to frame you 
Bm                        
Like a photo, a porthole window 
      D 
I see blood spill in the pure snow  
         A 
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones 


G                   D                     G 
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray      
              A                    G 
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray   
            D                G 
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today 
                D 
And this is the end 

Riff on D here for a bit 

(I'm serious, so listen) 

D 
Baby I got the death rattle 
    Bm            G 
And baby I got it bad 
D 
I've been digging my grave for quite some time 
         Em                 G 
When I'm not digging up the past 
D 
And I chewed my only necktie 
         Bm                G 
From the metal frame of my bed 
D 
Where I tied your wrists together 
      Em        G 
Spent all night givin' 
(Oh, you get the message) 

D 
Not headstone 
Bm 
But headboard 
G 
Is where I want to be mourned 

D 
Not headstone 
Em 
But headboard 
G 
Is where I want to be mourned 

D 
Not headstone 
A 
But headboard 
G 
Is where I want to be mourned