Misc Unsigned Bands - Soviet science fair - clergys daughter

^AIn the desert by the mountains where the junkies line the streets ^AmI wait in line to have my ^Gass handed right back to me ^AAnd no one seems to notice till they've lived here ^AmNo one seems to care about the poison^G in the air they make us breathe here

^AmBut to be honest, I could learn to love ^C#mthe taste of all the waste th^Bmat they've been Dumping in the water ^Dwe've been turning into w^Aine ^AAnd we're all dri^Dnking, and^A nothing^D matters ^AWe are inv^Dincible, u^Antil we s^Dhatter

^AOn the tiles in the bathroom where the needle pierced my flesh ^AmThere were no bright white lights or angels ^Gthere to guide me ^AmJust little orchids clotting in the dropper ^C#mA body and a brain, ^Bmthe wasted time, the blown out veins ^DThe clergy's daughter

^AmOh, the liquor str^C#micken liar slithers s^Bmlowly from my chest ^DThe doctors shock and^A stick and ster^Dilize, and^A fill my l^Dungs with breath ^AAnd it's im^Dpossible, ^Ato just ^Dsurrender ^AI lived an^D afterlife A D (x3) I can't remember