Misc Unsigned Bands - Alexander pepperman - barcries

If I ^Amever leave this world alive I’ll k^Cick and scream and whirl till I’ve Had ^Gone more drink, that cognac brown, in a ^Dglass celled bottle two shots per round While they’re ^Amshooting metal in this heavy town, In a ^Ccandlelit bar with its stone paved ground that ^Gtreaded on have many amen, While ^Dgod’s green hand handed whiskey and sin out to ^Amall of us with outstretched hand and ^Cbrim-filled glass up all at once with ^Ghalf spilled sips for the dead men ripped ^DAway from us too soon.

The ^Emstone-heart shatters ^Cbit by bit in ^Gfragments fit for a cold stone floor Crushed by ^Chopeful dreams of fast floating and ^Emfriends In an ^Amupturned hump of pumping flesh In the ^Cthrob of snow-lit endlessness Beside ^Gsniffling victimless partners in criminal ^Dtime

If I e^Amver leave this world alive I’ll ki^Cck and scream and whirl till I’ve Had o^Gne more drink, that cognac brown, in a ^Dglass celled bottle two shots per round And ^Amall of us with outstretched hand and ^Cbrim-slipping glass raised for our band with ^Ghalf spilled sips for those dead men ripped ^DAway from us too soon.

The ^Emold clock rhymes by tick and tick As we ^Cready this house for the nightly thrall With ^Dmemories in paper of our sugar-surfing-^Emman In an ^Amupturned hump of pumping flesh In the ^Cthrob of snow-lit endlessness ‘Longside our ^Gsniffling victimless ^Dpartners in criminal ^Emtime and ^Amfall down churners that ^Gkept this night ^Dalive with their ^Emkicktalk distant dog day dreams And the ^Cpink-painted vodka catastrophes And the ^Gred-light fights with ^Emblood and neon ^Dstains

If I ^Amever leave this world alive I’ll k^Cick and scream and whirl till I’ve Had one ^Gmore drink, that cognac brown, in a ^Dglass celled bottle two shots per round while I’m ^Ampulling heavy this metal town, A ^Ccandlelit bar with its stone paved ground that ^Gtreaded on have many amen, While ^Dgod’s green hand handed whiskey and sin out to ^Amall of us with outstretched hand With ^Cshiny gold coins for the old boatman and ^Ghalf spilled sips for the dead men ripped ^DAway from us too soon.

If I ev^Amer leave this world alive I’ll k^Cick and scream and whirl till I’ve Had ^Gone more drink, that cognac brown, in a ^Dglass celled bottle two shots per round with ^Emhalf spilled sips for those dead men ripped ^DRipped away from us too s^Emoon.