| E | C | |
| Oh comely |
| E | |
| I will be with you when you lose your | breath |
| C | E | |
| Chasing the only | meaningful memory you thought you had | left |
| C | |
| With some pretty bright and bubbly | terrible scene |
| E | |
| That was doing her thing on your | chest |
| C | |
| But oh comely |
| G | |
| It isn't as pretty as you'd like to | guess |
| In your memory you're drunk on your artery (???) |
| C | E | |
| It | doesn't mean anything at al | l |
| C | |
| Oh comely |
| E | |
| All of your friends are letting you | blow |
| C | |
| Bristling and ugly |
| E | |
| Bursting with fruits falling out from the | holes |
| C | |
| Of some pretty bright and bubbly | friend |
| E | |
| You could need to say comforting things in your | ear |
| C | |
| But oh comely |
| G | |
| There isn't such one friend that you could find | here |
| Standing next to me |
| He's only my enemy |
| C | |
| I'll | crush him with everything I own |
| G | |
| say what you want to say |
| C | |
| and painful your always | moving your mouth |
| E | C | D | G | D | G | D | G | D | E | |
| to pull out all your mirac | les away f | or | me |
| E | |
| Your father made fetuses |
| With flesh licking ladies |
| C | |
| While | you and your mother |
| Were asleep in the trailer park |
| E | |
| Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums |
| C | |
| The | music and medicine you needed for comforting |
| E | |
| So | make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving |
| C | |
| And | pluck all your silly strings |
| And bend all your notes for me |
| E | |
| Soft silly music is meaningful magical |
| C | |
| The | movements were beautiful |
| All in your ovaries |
| E | |
| All of them milking with green fleshy flowers |
| C | |
| While | powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines |
| E | |
| Smelling of semen all under the garden |
| C | |
| Was | all you were needing when you still believed in me |
| E | C | |
| (Da | da da part) |
| E | |
| I know they buried her body with others |
| C | |
| Her | sister and mother and 500 families |
| E | |
| And | will she remember me 50 years later |
| C | |
| I | wished I could save her in some sort of time machine |
| E | |
| Know all your enemies |
| C | |
| We | know who are enemies are |
| Am E (x3) |
| Am | |
| Goldaline my dear |
| We will fold and freeze together |
| E | |
| Far away from here |
| There is sun and spring and green forever |
| Am | |
| But | now we move to feel |
| For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach |
| E | |
| Place your body here |
| Am | E | |
| Let your skin begin to blend itself with | mine |
| Am | E | |
| de de de de de | la da da da |