Chalk Dust Torture Phish
(Verse)
Come stu[E]mble my mirth beaten [A]worker
I'm Je[E]zmund the family ber[A]zerker
I'm bo[E]ught for the price of a fl[A]agon of rice
[E]The wind buffs the cabin You [A]speak of your life
Or more willingly [E]Locust the Lu[A]rker
(Verse)
Co[E]nfuse what you can of the en[A]ding
And rev[E]ise your despise so impe[A]nding
'Cause I s[E]oak on the wrath That you didn't quite [A]mask
I'm ge[E]tting it clearly through alternate p[A]aths
Or mix[E]ed in with the signal you're sen[A]ding
(Chorus)
B[G]ut who can unlearn all the f[A]acts that I've learned
As I s[G]at in their chairs and my [E]synapses burned
And th[G]e torture of chalk dust co[A]llects on my tongue
Though[G]ts follow my vision and d[A]ance in the sun
All my [G]vasoconstrictors they come s[A]lowly undone
[G]Can't this wait 'til I'm [A]old
[E]Can't I live [A]while I'm young?
(Verse)
But no pe[E]ace for Jezmund ton[A]ight
I pl[E]ug the distress tube up t[A]ight
And [E]watch what I say as it flu[A]tters away
And [E]all this emotion is kept harmless at b[A]ay
[E]Not to educate somebody's f[A]right
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