| D | |
| Sherri, you smell different |
| G | D | |
| Get up early in the bed, for you morning comes so | easy |
| Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost |
| G | D | |
| Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight va | cation |
| F# | G | C# | D | |
| Back on the planet | now I'm be | ginning to see just | how |
| D | G | |
| Echelon your dreams and they'll come | true |
| D | |
| Type | slowly |
| One of us is a cigar stand -- |
| And one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine |
| The edge of creation is blurred and blushed |
| Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium |
| People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray |
| Face the front when he comes for you |
| Type slowly |
| D | |
| Cherish your memorized weakness |
| G | |
| Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, I am no futurist |
| D | |
| I'm my only | critic, I |
| Trolls in the glen are consorting again |
| The liberals say they don't exist but I know that they do |
| Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass |
| Frozen images, respected few |
| Type slowly |
| Wow, that took me a long time...I must have typed too slowly... |
| By: Taylor Berce |