Mark Lanegan - Bombed

^C#mLove there are flowers hanging ^Ain the vine ^G#So high you cannot se^C#me ^C#mNow my mind must go on h^F#moliday, torn from it's^G# hook, a broken valen^C#mtine ^C#mI see the smoke from a rev^Aolver, will I get ^G#hit, I hardly c^C#mare ^C#mWhen I'm bombed I stretch like ^F#mbubblegum And look too l^G#ong straight at the morni^C#mng sun ^C#mLove there are flowers along the^A avenue, all t^G#hings perfectly in pl^C#mace ^C#mI build a shrine I set a ^F#mmonument Because you're^G# fire Because you're a^C#m fire escape