Los Campesinos! - Baby i got the death rattle

^BmWe burnt all the skin From the palm of my hands With an ^Dold zippo lighter And deodorant can I went to the ^Gpalmist and asked her to ^Dread No ^Gheart line, No sun line No ^Dlife line, No need. Said ^Bmall that I wanted was a quiet life Not ^Aone predetermined by minuscule slices ^GInto my flesh and the broad she agreed ^DOne look in my sad eyes she had to concede

^Bm"Baby... the girdle of ^Dvenus got me Got me down on my ^Gknees.

^BmAnd baby... baby I got the ^Ddeath rattle and You're ^Asix months old ^Gs-shakin' me."

^BmTraced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car ^DOn the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms In the ^Gfrost I drew a dick For every ^Bmgirl that wouldn't fuck me ^GWoke early the next morning to see The ^Dfrost had bitten me

^DMy blisters black and ^Bmtouch cold ^BmLike a cute stuffed toy bear's nose The ^Akind of gift I'd ^Dgive you Like a less committed ^GVan Gogh

^GAnd you, you are an ^Dangel, that's why you ^Gpray And I am an as^As, and that's why I b^Gray

^DYour halo slipped to ^Bmframe you ^BmLike a photo, a porthole window I see ^Dblood spill in the pure snow You see s^Aweet sauce on ice-cream cones

^GAnd you, you are an ^Dangel, that's why you ^Gpray And I am an as^As, and that's why I b^Gray If you were ^Dtomorrow, I'd be ^Gtoday And this is the ^Dend

^DBaby I got the death rattle And ^Bmbaby I got it ^Gbad ^DI've been digging my grave for quite some time When I'm ^Emnot digging up the ^Gpast ^DAnd I chewed my only necktie From the ^Bmmetal frame of my ^Gbed ^DWhere I tied your wrists together Spent ^Emall night ^Ggivin' (Oh, you get the message)

^DNot headstone ^BmBut headboard ^GIs where I want to be mourned

^DNot headstone ^EmBut headboard ^GIs where I want to be mourned

^DNot headstone ^ABut headboard ^GIs where I want to be mourned