Key: G minor•
Verse 1
her pony foe hands twist
C
Gm
As they weave a sinister spell
of mystery and myth
Knuckles nudge the bellies
of balconies defined
By their wrought iron fence of stain,
C
Gm
chicory, rust, and wine
Scrabble acts of chess, made luscious,
bridge cross, or bid
C
Gm
Full of muted colored lights, a
Mardi
Gras for the dead
She drives some vulgar lovers to her ranch,
I didn't stop to sing
C
Gm
But they're too lost in their own frenzy
and they cannot hear a thing
Bb
C
Boy, don't you walk off,
F
Lucky
Bb
C
From high as she can hit,
Am
A
I wouldn't walk off into the fog,
C
Gm
I'm a liar, and I'm not your dog
D
Gm
lost out in the fog
All the night is wailing with
a heart she can't refute
C
Gm
Look, she will dampen it and strangle
it like stubborn trumpet mutes
You can hear her nails rattle across
the concrete as she comes
Like a middle finger pick up on a white
C
Gm
man's old drum
Serpentine,
she slithers through the dead city paths
Splits her grey tongue in and out of
the greys that have coalesced
She may hover above the ground,
but when she touches down
She stops being a caddy's of the downtown
C
Gm
an d a cow's in the swamps
C
Bb
C
Boy, don't you walk up,
F
Gm
Below, and she lives right on this street
Bb
C
For a height she can't help you see,
C
Gm
Don't you see, you better believe
You're in
New
C
Gm
I don't lie, and I'm not your dog
A
D
Gm
I'm just pissy if you're lost there in the fog
C
Gm
C
Gm
Eb
Gm
C
Gm
C
Gm
I'll
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsGm C Bb F Am...
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