| G | Bm | |
| One day you're gonna | have to face |
| Am | G | |
| A | deep dark truthful | mirror |
| D | |
| And it's gonna tell you things that I still |
| C | D | |
| Love you too much to | say |
| G | Bm | |
| The sky was just a | purple bruise |
| Am | G | |
| The ground was | iron |
| D | |
| And you fell all around the town |
| C | G | C | |
| Until you looked the | same |
| (chorus) |
| G | B | |
| The same eyes, | the same lips |
| Em | C | |
| The same lie from | your tongue trips |
| C/B | D/F# |
C Am C C/B Am D/F# G ----------- -----------
| Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | | | | 1 | | | | | | | |
| | 2 2 | | | 2 | | 2 | | |
| | | | | | | | | | | 3 | |
| C | Am | C | C/B | Am | D/F# | G | |
| Deep | dark, | deep | dark | truth | ful m | irror |
| G | Bm | |
| Now the | flagstone streets where the | newspaper shouts |
| Am | G | |
| Ring to the boots of | roustabouts |
| D | |
| And you're never in any doubt |
| C | D | |
| There's | something happening some | where |
| G | Bm | |
| You | chase down the road till your | fingers bleed |
| Am | G | |
| On a fiberglass | tumbleweed |
| D | |
| You can blow around the town |
| C | G | C | |
| But | it all shuts down the | same |
| (chorus) |
| Bm Em C C G (strum down) |
| So you bay for the boy in the tigerskin trunks |
| C | C | G | |
| They set him up | , | se | t him up on a stool |
| Bm | Em | C | C | G | |
| He falls down, he falls | down like a drunk |
| C | C | G | |
| And you drink till you droo | l |
| C | Bm | G | |
| And it's | his story you'll | flatter |
| C Bm Em (I think I play this as G again) |
| You'll stretch him out like a saint |
| C | Bm | Em | |
| But the | canvas that he | splattered |
| B/D# |
C D B/D# -----------
| Will be the picture that you never paint | | | | | | |
| | 2 | | 2 | |
| | | | | | 3 |
| | | | | | | |
| (instrumental break) Em C G |
| C | Am | C | C/B | Am | D/F# | G | |
| Deep | dark, | deep | dark | truth | ful mi | rror |
| C | Am | C | C/B | Am | D/F# | G | |
| Deep | dark, | deep | dark | truth | ful mi | rror |
| G | Bm | |
| A stripping puppet on a | liquid stick |
| Am | G | |
| Gets into it p | retty thick |
| D | |
| A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears |
| C | D | |
| But | how do you know he really | needs it |
| G | Bm | |
| Cos a | butterfly feeds on a | dead monkey's hand |
| Am | G | |
| Jesus wept, he f | elt abandoned |
| D | |
| You're | spellbound, baby, there's no doubting that |
| C | G | C | |
| Did you ever see her stare like a | Persian ca | t |
| (chorus) |