Fury In the Slaughterhouse - Riding on a dead horse

I'm ^Amout in the streets I'm ^Amfeeling pretty save I don't ^Gknow Where to ^Fgo

I ^Ammiss the warm sheets Of my ^Amnarrow city cave I am ^Gdrivin' slow ^FStop and go

She said her ^Clove is ^Gdeeper than I ^Amknow ^F Is it ^Cso, ^G that's what I'm ^Fasking myself

It's ^Amten past ten I ^Amstop for some gas A ^Gpack of cigarettes And a ^Fchat with the moon

The ^Amcity disappears I am ^Amcounting my miles It's ^Gcold outside To^Fnight

She said her ^Clove is ^Gdeeper than I ^Amknow ^F Is it ^Cso, ^G that's what I'm ^Fasking She said her ^Clove is ^Gstronger than her^Amself ^F Is that ^Cso, ^G or am I ^Fjust riding on a dead ^Amhorse

^AmRiding on a dead horse

She said her ^Clove is ^Gdeeper than I ^Amknow ^F Is it ^Cso, ^G that's what I'm ^Fasking She said her ^Clove is ^Gstronger than her^Amself ^F Is that ^Cso, ^G or am I ^Fjust riding on a dead ^Amhorse

^AmRiding on a dead horse (repeat)