Two Gallants - Age of assassins

Oh when the ^Csummer sun come cutting Like a clean razor blade And I w^Fake to the day and all the visions I've made R^Ceached out my hand for the curl of her hair And w^Fhisper my dreams to the girl who's not there G^Gather some memory from the night before Where'd she g^Co' she g^Go, where'd she g^Fo' ^GScreaming of threats and slam of a door

Well I don't k^Cnow, don't k^Gnow, don't kn^Fow So I l^Cook to the window and the city below From t^Fhis bed of mine

Think I^C'll put on my face I'd like to fix me a drink 'Cause s^Fomewhere someone knows just what I think Last n^Gight's but a question that hangs likes a noose 'Round my th^Croat, ^Gmy t^Fhroat ^GSurely tonight, I'll invite its abuse

Well there's no h^Cope, no ho^Gpe, no h^Fope Goodness ^Cme, oh my Oh my god, I still might ^Fbe fine Get through all the pains I f^Gake Poor boy could use a b^Freak A break from my own daily h^Cate, oh "Pain is something no ^Fone else knows" That's what I hear them s^Gay But everyone bereaves the d^Fay I said weary weary w^Galk awa^Cy ^F

So I t^Cake to the streets like the dead to the grave You l^Fight me a smoke because it's right to behave And I'm a^Cll juiced up all morning because the morning is when H^Feros stand tall in the statues of men

And all the p^Gigeons adore me and peck at my feet Oh the f^Came, the f^Game, the f^Fame So^Gmeday they may use my head as a seat Well I can't wa^Cit, can't w^Gait, can't ^Fwait

Goodness ^Cme, oh my Oh my god, I still might g^Fet by Get through all the pains I fa^Gke Poor boy could use a b^Freak A break from my own daily h^Cate, oh "Pain is something no ^Fone else knows" That's what I hear them s^Gay But everyone bereaves the d^Fay I said weary weary w^Galk awa^Cy ^F

^CWhen I die alone b^Gury me deep Way out west past S^Cunset Street So I^C7 can hear old ^F29 when s^Che goes ro^Gllin' ^Cby ^CAnd when they come to c^Glaim my skin And I go back where ^CI begin P^C7lace the stones at my h^Fead and feet Tell them a^Cll I've go^Gne to s^Cleep

And as the c^City unravels her metal bedroll I d^Firty her sheets with the stumble I st^Croll

With a th^First in my throat and a tear in my eye

So riddle me this while I lend you my soul ^Cin a song, ^Gin a son^Fg, a song And ^Gbalance the sky on these shoulders of mine Until the d^Cawn, the d^Gawn, the d^Fawn

Goodness ^Cme, oh my Oh my god, I still might g^Fet by Get through all the pains I fa^Gke Poor boy could use a br^Feak A break from my own daily h^Cate, oh "Pain is something no o^Fne else knows" That's what I hear them s^Gay But everyone bereaves the d^Fay I said weary weary w^Galk awa^Cy ^{F G C}