Of Montreal - Fugitive air

^EI do wrong, strictly speaking,^G just for myself. Because it^E makes me feel like a real man, To hold he^Ggemony over my business. And I,^Dm I refuse to ^Cbe abused by the^Cmaj7 milieu of ^Fmaj7wistful decay. D E F* F/E F/D F/C# C/G E Besides I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me like they've done today.

The ^Blady from the block hunched over on the ^Astoop, With her ^Cwithered old titty ^Aout, Saying, "I've ^Fbeen rolle^Gd so ^Fmany times, It's just ^C feeding the pigeons". ^B Now her grandson swings a living rabbit by the ^Aleg, While his ^Cmother's playing two wooden ^Aflutes. I went to ^Frepo some ^Gfugitive ^Fair to es^Ccape the ^Dstreet's vagary^E aesthetic.

^C/GI feel like I possess ^Cdim7only the ^Fbad aspects, ^Cdim7Of invisi^Gbility,^F but none of the ^C/Ggood ones. ^{E7 C/G}Are we walking mausoleums^Cdim7 of scented ^Frotting flesh' ^Cdim7Mother always ^Gliked you best, ^FLiked your teeth ^C/Gupon her breasts. ^C/GThey removed the oils from the ^Cdim7eyes of ^Fstreet cats, Through s^Cdim7ome shitty ^Gwitchcraft, ^FAnd apply it to their ^C/Gbrows and geni^E7talia ^C/GI had no idea how ^Cdim7deeply I ^Fwounded you, But I ^Cdim7don't need no ^Gforgiveness, ^FAnd no level of con^C/Gtrition will ever ^E7do. La la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. La la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. ^C/GOoh-aah, ooh-aah, ooh-aah, ^Eaugooh-aah, ^Amooh-aah, ^{Eaug F}ooh ^{Fmaj7 Cmaj7}