Radical Face - Tall tale number 5

I was ^Cborn on a ^GSunday, with ^Fblood on my ^Chands in a ^Croom full of ^Amphonographs and ^Gold electric fans and I ^Cslept in a ^Ggraveyard for ^Fbicycles and ^Ccars and I ^Cdreamed of distant ^Amscenery, but I ^Gnever strayed too far

Because I ^Fdo what they ^Cask me I ^Fnever run my ^Cmouth and by the ^Ftime they turn ag^Cainst me I'll ^Ghave them figured out

And ^CI ^Flearned to ^Clie By ^Cwatching you ^Fturn to your ^Cenemies And the ^Capple you've ^Fgot in your ^Ceye Has bec^Amome a ^Fstain you don't ^Gwant

So I l^Ceft the ^Gcity as s^Foon as I could ^Cwalk But the ^Cbuildings loomed like ^Amsentinels; it ^Gwasn't what I thought So I ^Cslept in your ^Gbathtub, while you ^Fput your make-up ^Con And I d^Caydreamed ab^Amout your lungs 'til your ^Gcigarettes were gone

Now I ^Froam because I ^Chave to I'm ^Fnever welcome ^Clong And thought this ^Froad leads to di^Csaster I've ^Galways got my songs

And ^CI ^Flearned to ^Claugh By ^Cwatching you ^Fburn all your ^Cphotographs And you're ^Cright that the ^Fgood things won't ^Clast But these ^Amwars are never won by our ^Gtwiddling thumbs

Well, I ^Fdid what they ^Casked me: I ^Fnever ran my ^Cmouth And by the ^Ftime they turned aga^Cinst me, I ^Ghad them figured out And now I ^Froam because I ^Chave to: I'm ^Fnever welcome ^Clong And though this ^Froad leads to dis^Caster, I've ^Galways got my songs

And ^CI ^Flearned to ^Cdie By ^Cwatching you ^Fchoke on your ^Cmisery And if the ^Capple is ^Ftorn from my ^Ceye I won't ^Ambe alone, because I'm ^Ggoing ^Chome