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CAPO 4th Fret
OCh, the razor in your Capple, the affection of your glCove The prison of yourDm company, the snakCe oil of yourC love The heights to which youC drag me, just to hurl your Cscorn The trumpets play thDme livelong day but thCey blow so forlCorn
Chorus:
AmDid you hold the hand that held me dCown? AmDid you laugh at my expensCe? AmWhen there's rust upon your rCagged crown AmWho will stand at your defCense?
And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears And you left by the morning with all that's left to steal But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels CHORUS: Did you kiss the hand that held me down? Was your kindness just pretense? When there's no-one left for you to clown Who will stand at your defense? But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound And on the hills that held our childhood the flowers grow there still You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will CHORUS: Could you be the hand that held me down? When I was sick with common sense And now your statuettes are all torn down There's no-one left for you to lean against
And evCer since you epitaph was spatCtered on my wall DmNo-one comes to cCall They can'tC stand the stench But IC still sing your praises every timCe the curtain calls DmThe burden on me Cfalls Yeah, CI alone stand at your defense
OUTRO: Am C Dm C C Sorry if there's any mistakes, this is my first tab