Trampled By Turtles - Jars at home

H^Follow headed m^Foment in your e^Fyes. S^Amhouldn't come to ^Fme as no surp^Grise, that she l^Foves me when I'm g^Fone, but when I'm h^Fere I'm all al^Fone, l^Feft to wander h^Gopelessly ag^Fain.

I^F got a woman and s^Fhe's a friend of m^Fine, she l^Amikes to pretend ^Fthat she never c^Gries. But I can s^Fee her on the st^Fairs, and lord it's m^Fore than I can b^Fear, b^Fut my head can't s^Gimply turn awa^Fy.

T^Amhere's a room as c^Fold as it is lo^Fnely, b^Amuild it up boy^Fs, and tear it d^Gown.

A^Fll the devil's w^Feight upon my b^Fack, a^Amll I wish for, b^Fabe, is what I l^Gack. No m^Fatter how I t^Fry I never s^Feem to walk the l^Fine, and a^Fll the world is k^Gept in jars at h^Fome.

Yes, a^Fll the world is k^Fept in jars at ^Fhome.