Johnny Manchild And The Poor Bastards - Mythologue

On the ea^Drliest night I rem^Gember In the da^Dys before clocks all ran o^Gut I woke ^Emup all alone in a bl^Ganket Full of ^Fpanic and f^Dmear and d^Doubt On the c^Durb, where I sat in the m^Gorning Waiting f^Dor you to come back ar^Gound All the n^Emeighbors they saw as they ^Gall passed along And I ^Fsat w^Dmithout a^D sound ^G

Yeah I f^Dollowed the feeling I f^Gelt then With your ^Dknee to my throat as I g^Gasped The world s^Emtanding still in your e^Gyes All a^Flone and c^Dmaught up in ^Dpast Do you ^Dwonder why I rem^Gember Do you ^Dwonder how I've c^Ghanged All the w^Emords that you gavе st^Gay with me All are ^Fcold, de^Dmtached and dеr^Danged

And you a^E5re Yeah you a^G5re My m^Fyt^Dmhol^Dogue ^G

And you a^E5re Yeah you a^G5re My m^Fyt^Dmhol^Dogue ^Gm

Now I ^Ddo a good job at not l^Getting All these t^Dhings in my youth fuck me ^Gup And I've g^Emotten so good now at v^Getting All these m^Femories ^Dmyou dig ^Dup If you w^Donder why I can't speak p^Geacefully Why it se^Dems that I can't get cont^Grol Take a l^Emook at the past, it's these m^Goments that last And they c^Fling and they h^Dmang to my s^Doul ^G

Now the ^Dtendencies buried bene^Gath My uny^Dielding desire to s^Ging And to ^Emknow who I am outside ^Gall of this shit It still bu^Frns and it n^Dmever rel^Dents The h^Dymns and the prayers never re^Gached me They fall d^Deaf on my ears every d^Gay 'Cause I k^Emnow there's no god that could m^Gake me It is ^Fyou who ^Dmmade me thi^Ds way

And you a^E5re Yeah you a^G5re My m^Fyt^Dmhol^Dogue ^G

And you a^E5re Yeah you a^G5re My m^Fyt^Dmhol^Dogue