Alex Cameron - Mongrel

^AShe just wanted to hold his heart^Bm, in her hands for a while ^D/F# Drops of blood^E in a green glass ^Avial ^A He could tell her a thousand times^Bm, not to stare when he gets wild ^D/F# Drops of blood^E in a green glass ^F#mvial ^D/F# Drops of blood^E in a green glass ^Aadd9vial

^AMakin' money is the devil's art^Bm, they could trade their food and wine ^D/F# Growing grapes^E on a fence-tied ^Avine ^AGerman shepherds and caged magpies^Bm, under corrugated iron ^D/F# Drops of blood^E in a green glass ^F#mvial ^D/F# Drops of blood^E in a green glass ^Avial

^AHe made decisions like a seasoned vet^Bm, with a gun to the sky ^D/F#Quadrabykes^E and a telescopic ^Aeye

^D/F# Drops of blood^E in a green glass ^Avial [Verse 4] ^AIn the evening marauders came off,^Bm fear was on her breath ^D/F#My sweet girl, so ^Escared you forgot about ^F#mdeath ^D/F#Death is the pulse in your ^Eeye on your very last ^Abreath