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"Demon Host" Timber Timbre from Timber Timbre (2009) F A7 Dm Dm x3 Bb F
FDeath she must have Abeen your willDm A boneBb beneath the reaper’Fs veil FWith your voice my Abelly sunkDm, And BbI began to feel so Fdrunk FCandle candle Aon my Dmclock Oh lordBb I must have heard you...
....Fknock me out of bedA7, as the flDmames licked my heBbad and my lunFgs filled up A7black in their tDminy little shackBb It was real,F and I repenA7t all those Dmmessages you Bbsent clear as Fday, but in the nightA7 Oh I Dmcouldn’t get iBbt right
Here is the church and here is the steeple Open the doors there are the people And all their little hearts at ease For another week’s disease And eagle eagle talon scream I never once left in between I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents Down my throat into the pit, with my head upon a spit Oh reverend please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear And I know there’s no such thing as ghosts, but I have seen the demon host F A7 Dm Bb x8