The Growlers - City club

Sh^Bme lives in pans at the end of this prison The ^Alove sprouts from the ^Edecay The^Bm night's pulsing, streets are convulsing Dark li^Abations through the b^Eray

I ^Bmstop trying to make sense of it all Start sni^Affing around the co^Entinous strife Gra^Bmb fear by a strange hand Sw^Aeet neglection in he^Er own right

I wo^Guldn't ch^Aange her, ^Dtrade or ditch I^Bm love her ju^Ast the w^Eay she is I'^Gll love h^Aer flaws and f^Driends Don^Bm't care ^Awhat anybody ^Esays about her

She ha^Bms a spear and a vow of mother nature You'l^Al never know what ^Eshe'll do Har^Bmdened from her mysterious sun I'm^A not a muse, I play^E the fool

I ^Bmstop trying to make sense of it all Start^A sniffing around the c^Eontinous strife Gra^Bmb fear by a strange hand Sw^Aeet neglection in he^Er own right

I wo^Guldn't ch^Aange her, ^Dtrade or ditch I^Bm love her ju^Ast the w^Eay she is I'^Gll love he^Ar flaws and f^Driends Don^Bm't care what ^Aanybody ^Esays about her

I wo^Guldn't chan^Age her, ^Dtrade or ditch I^Bm love her j^Aust the w^Eay she is I'^Gll love he^Ar flaws and f^Driends Don^Bm't care what^A anybody ^Esays about her