Pulp - The trees

^F#I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground ^BAnd it died without a ^F#sound ^F#Your skin so pale against the fallen autumn leaves ^BAnd no one saw us but the ^F#trees

^F#Yeah the trees, those useless trees Produce the ^Bair that I am ^F#breathing Yeah the ^F#trees, those useless trees They never ^Bsaid that you were ^F#leaving

^F#I carved your name with a heart just up above ^BNo swollen, distorted, unrecog^F#nisable; like our love ^F#The smell of leaf mould and the sweetness of decay ^BAre the incense at the funeral pro^F#cession here, today

^F#In the trees, those useless trees Produce the ^Bair that I am ^F#breathing Yeah the ^F#trees, those useless trees They never ^Bsaid that you were ^F#leaving

^BYou try to shape the world to what you want the world to be Carving your name a thousand won't bring you back to me Oh ^F#no I might as well I might as well just go tell it to the trees

Oh yeah the ^F#trees, those useless trees Produce the ^Bair that I am ^F#breathing Yeah the ^F#trees, those useless trees They never ^Bsaid that you were ^F#leaving

^F#Go and tell it to the trees yeah ^F#Go and tell it to the trees yeah ^F#Go and tell it to the trees yeah ^F#Go and tell it to the trees yeah ^F#Go and tell it to the trees yeah