Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh sister

^GOh sister, don't be afraid of me I won't be nailing you down in the nursery ^CJust like the rest of them did With those watery, wandering fingers that slipped

That were supposed to be ^Gglorious and fi^Cne^{G G}Oh sister, won't you believe in me

^CHere with you now in the zillionth infirmary A mother makes frantic and drunk calls from Germany ^GAll of the t^Cim^Ge ^GAnd oh sister Sweet brown and comely I will be be milking with you making fun of me ^CNow that my moods are not what the used to be there is but no one alive laying next to me ^Gfor such a long t^Cim^Ge ^GOh sister, sweet brown and beulahry milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry ^Cthere in the parlor all naked in front of me Watching the lights from the cracks making archery ^Ganimal des^Cign^Gs ^EmRose Wallace Goldeline just mo^Cves her mouth over anything ^GFleshy free and flowering with ora^Dnges out in the open ^EmBut don't you waste your sins again ^CShe don't need you or won't fuck your friends ^GAnd you, you're American, so imp^Dortant boiling over

^EmTo prove that she must still exist ^Cshe moves herself about her fist ^Gand never ever ever give a shit ^Dabout all those words you're wasting again ^EmSome pret^Cty bright and bubbly ^Gwondrous dream You'd like to ^Dkill and claim And claim her as your own ^EmBut don't you worry ^CAll those dainty and dir^Gty emotions just g^Do away and fade out on their own ^GSister, now that we're grieving Our fingers will falter Our lungs will be leaking ^CAll over each other and without even speaking We'll know that it's over and smiling or greeting ^GWhatever comes ne^Cxt^{G G}And oh sister You're getting married with some angry twister That you'll have to carry home dr^Cunk every evening from the cemetery And if he makes it back half alive you can bury him ^GUnder your she^Cets^{G G}And oh sister now that we're leaving I can not imagine there is any meaning ^Cforgetting you ever could once had the feeling that made you keep on and pretend you were breathing of ^Gall of this w^Corl^Gd In an age of empty rings ^DI don't want to feel the th^Cing I don't even want to k^Gnow ^{C G}

and Rose Wallace Goldel^Dine don't you ever die on ^Cme all the way it goes and fl^Gows