C
Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces
Em F G
wonderin why their bodies go to silly places.
C
Walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills,
Em F G C
your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway.
Em F C
Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams,
Am G F G C
fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall.
C
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement
Em F G
snoozing in cobwebs and the cement.
C
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame,
Em F G C
maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter fucked up life.
Em F C
Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let your silly dreams,
Am G F G C
fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall, ah...
F Em F G C
Ah... Ooo... Aaaa Ah....
F Em F G C
Ah... Ooo... Aaaa Ah....
