Billy Corgan - Buffalo boys

^APasty-faced villains C^Dhalkware pilfe^Ars^Asus4 dimes ^DPasty-faced villains My baubles ain't your ^Akin^Asus4d ^A 'Cause when a Bu^Effalo boy trades he nickels for rhymes^{A Asus4 A} Oh, ga^Ather up Sunday Su^Dnday makes things ri^Agh^Asus4t ^{A D}Say, rail against Persimmon Clothed in bat thorn fr^Aig^Asus4ht ^A 'Cause to da^Esh from one outdrawn you make sun rise ^{A Asus4 A}

T^Dears from our maker, ^Dfall like rain On a wi^Dndshield in that v^Dast, old motion in picture that they ca^All our reflection in the fl^Besh, in the f^Elash

You c^Aould court an union To sh^Dine me like you co^Aul^Asus4d ^A Y^Dou mourn as Delilah Her best was hardly go^Aod^{Asus4 A} So now a b^Euffalo boy leaves, he gains sainthood ^{A Asus4 A}

Te^Dars from our maker, fall like ^Drain On a windshield in the vas^Dt, old motion in picture that they ca^All our reflection in the ^Bflash sh^Eorn from mist

Oh, wh^Aen ought we marry And drink^D to Artesian wealth ^{A Asus4 A} So wh^Den ought we marry Bethro^Dded beneath the shells ^{A Asus4 A} 'Cause any th^Eirst that slows your gait is still a spell^{A Asus4 A} Yes any t^Ehirst that slows your gait, is still a spell ^{A Asus4 A}