Misc Your Songs - Bill dickson - ambassador for destruction

^AmI’ve got advanced degrees in kicking cans, ^AmBreaking hearts and washing hands, ^DmSo forgive the mess I left b^Amehind, It’s a s^Dmculpture of my state of ^Ammind, And ^Ambless my soul I really tried, But the l^Dmine went flat and the patient ^Amdied.

^AmJesus came down off the cross, He said “^DmPardon me I think I’m lost, What are selfies what is granny ^Amporn? And ^Dmwho the fuck eats rhino ^Amhorn?” ^AmWith a fallen spirit and a misty eye, We ^Dmshared a bong and a fifth of ^Amrye.

And I ^Dmknow I’m guilty of this ’n’ that, Of ^Amlust and talking through my hat, ^DmOf gluttony and seeing red, ^AmAt having to get out of bed, ^DmBut don’t you tell me that I’m wrong, ^Am‘Cause I don’t know another song, ^DmI grew a pair but way too late, ^AmNow they’re in the ^Dmhands of ^Amfate.

^AmThe earth is flat and getting flatter, ^AmThe folks I love are mad as hatters, They ^Dmalways have to spend the ^Amrent, To ^Dmfix a part that’s fifty ^Amcents, ^AmAnd though they plan to cook the beast, I’ll ^Dmbring a sandwich to the ^Amfeast.

And I ^Dmknow I’m guilty of this ’n’ that, Of ^Amlust and talking through my hat, ^DmOf gluttony and seeing red, ^AmAt having to get out of bed, ^DmBut don’t you tell me that I’m wrong, ^Am‘Cause I don’t know another song, ^DmI grew a pair but way too late, ^AmNow they’re in the ^Dmhands of ^Amfate. ^DmThey’re in the hands of ^Amfate.