| Bb | G# | |
| I saw her, ye | a I saw her |
| C# | |
| With a bla | ck tongue tied |
| Bb | G# | |
| R | ound the roses a fist pounding on a vending machine |
| C# | Bb | |
| T | oy diamond ring stuck o | n her finger |
| (bass enters) |
| With a noose she could hang from the sun |
| G# | C# | |
| And pu | t it out with the dark su | nglasses |
| Bb | |
| W | alking crooked down the beach |
| G# | |
| She spi | ts in the sand |
| C# | |
| Where their bones | are bleaching |
| CH: |
| F G# D# -> |
| And I know I'm gonna steal her eye |
| She doesn't even know it's wrong |
| F G# D#-> |
| And you know I'm gonna make it die |
| Take her where her soul belongs |
| F | G# | G | |
| Kn | ow I'm gonna steal her eye |
| F# | |
| Nothing that I wouldn't try |
| F | D# | Bb | |
| My summer girl |
| F | D# | Bb | |
| Hey my | summer girl |
| My summer girl |
| Hey my summer girl |
| I saw her, yea I saw her |
| With her hands tied back |
| Her rags are burnin' |
| Calling out from a landfilled life |
| Scrawling her name up on the ceiling |
| Throw a coin in the fountain of dust |
| White noise, her ears are ringing |
| Got a ticket for my midnight hanging |
| Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving |
| CHORUS |