Nolan Neeley - Sandblast my soul

^FThe white noise from light fixtures h^Amum and saturate the silence ^FIllinois boys swill well liquor c^Amome weekend’s defiance ^FHe who enjoys the best e^Amlixir chance his bankroll diets ^FOhhhhh O^Amhhhhh

^FLack of warmth outside seeps and c^Amreeps into her brittle bones ^FBack up north of southside, steam r^Amises off half a dozen yard gnomes ^FTelevision in the hearth, i^Amdle chatter starts to flow ^FOhohoh, tones of h^Amome

^DmPour ah^Cead, he said ^{C#m Dm Dm}Handcraft me w^Chole ^{C#m Dm Dm}Sandblast my s^Coul ^{C#m Dm Dm}Sandblast my s^Coul

^FCoffee lingers on his breath and s^Amtains his once pearlescent teeth ^FFactory hours hang from his brain and s^Amtrain his sweaty, calloused feet ^FFlee to the street, make the train before it r^Amains ^FDrain the main vein, ah, yeah. Rinse and r^Amepeat

^FTrapped inside this cubicle, this v^Amapid corporate musical ^FSubtract the blue ingesting tiny, p^Amink pharmaceutical ^FWrapped in haze the day becomes a ^Amlull ^FWrapped in haze his days are so damn d^Amull

^DmPour ah^Cead, he said ^{C#m Dm Dm}Handcraft me w^Chole ^{C#m Dm Dm}Sandblast my s^Coul ^{C#m Dm Dm}Sandblast my s^Coul