| A | E | A | |
| si | ttin here wasted and wounded,on this old pi | ano.tryin h | ard to capture the |
| E | G#m | A | |
| moment,this mornin i do | n't know.caus' this bo | ttle of vodka still l | ies in |
| A | |
| m | y hand, some blond give me nightmares,think that she's still in my bed.as |
| B | E | |
| i dream about movies,they w | on't make of me when im de | ad. |
| A | E | |
| with an i | ron clad fist,i wake up,with a french kiss in the mo | rnin.while |
| G#m | |
| s | ome marchin band keeps its own beat in my head while were talkin.about all |
| A | E | |
| of those things that i l | ong to believe,about | love,the truth,what you mean |
| A | A | B | E | B | |
| to me and the tr | uth is,b | aby you're a | ll that i n | eed. |
| C#M | B | |
| REFR | AIN:cause i | wanna lay you down in a bed of roses.for tonight i sleep on |
| E | C#M | B | |
| a bed | of na | ils.i | wanna be just as close as.the holy ghost is,lay you |
| A | E | |
| do | wn,on a bed of r | oses. |
| SAME PROGRESSION FOR SECOND PART. |
| A | B | E | |
| well the ho | tel's bar hangover,whi | skys gone dry,the bart | ender's wig |
| A | B | |
| crooked,she's giving me the eye,i'd ra | ther say yes,but i laugh so hard | i think i died. |
| SOLO PROGRESSION:C#,B,A,E.3X |
| A | E | |
| we | ll as you close your eyes,know i've been thinkin a | bout you.why my |
| A | E | A | |
| mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight a | gain,tonight i won' | t be |
| E | C#M | B | |
| alone that you know i don't mean i'm not lo | nely.i've got not | hing to p | rove |
| A | E | |
| for its y | ou,i'll die to de | fend. |
| REFRAIN |
| END.... |