Otis Gibbs - Where only the graves are real

I'm so ^Etired of the beautiful people, I'm so ^Atired of the elegant ^Egames I'm so ^Etired of being normal and treated ^Bstrange I don't ^Aneed the late night ^Eparties or their ^Aplastic, perfect ^Eworld Where only the ^Agraves ^B are ^Ereal

Where are m^F#my true friends, where did the^Ay go? Where are m^F#my true friends, where did the^Ay go? ^{B E}Goddamn,^{F#m A}all of my fake ^Efriends The ^Eones who cling to me like I'm a ^Bstar ^AEveryone's your ^Ebest friend when you're ^Aclosing down the ^F#mbars ^AGod bless the ^Bones who really ^Eare ^{F#m A E}

I'm so ^Etired of making bargains, I'm so ^Atired of cutting ^Edeals I'm so ^Etired of working harder at spinning ^Bwheels Then I ^Awoke in someone's ^Evision with a ^Apile of day-old d^Eread And only the ^Agraves ^B were ^Ereal

Where are m^F#my true friends, where did the^Ay go? Where are m^F#my true friends, where did the^Ay go? ^{B E}Goddamn,^{F#m A}all of my fake ^Efriends The ^Eones who cling to me like I'm a ^Bstar ^AEveryone's your ^Ebest friend when you're ^Aclosing down the ^F#mbars ^AGod bless the ^Bones who really ^Eare ^{F#m A}God bless the ^Bones who really ^Eare ^{F#m A E}

I'm so ^Etired of sittin' politely, I'm so ^Atired of fakin' a ^Esmile I'm so tired of delusional people livin' in de^Bnial I don't ^Aneed the addicts and ^Epushers even though they're ^Arunnin' the whole damn ^Ething And only the ^Agraves ^B are ^Ereal

Where are m^F#my true friends, where did the^Ay go? Where are m^F#my true friends, where did the^Ay go? ^{B E}Goddamn,^{F#m A}all of my fake ^Efriends The ^Eones who cling to me like I'm a ^Bstar ^AEveryone's your ^Ebest friend when you're ^Aclosing down the ^F#mbars But ^AGod bless the ^Bones who really ^Eare ^{F#m A}God bless the ^Bones who really ^Eare ^{F#m A}This is a song for ^Bthose who really ^Eare ^{F#m A E}