For Whom The Belly Tolls

INTRO: Bb Dm C F (x4) verse 1 Bb Dm C F May I have a moment please, before the guillotine, to lament on her wet hair Bb Dm C F Tousled over her left shoulder wearing a Corfu t-shirt she took as her nightwear Bb Dm C F I could slip on my own salt sobs seeking the cold embrace of the fridge freezer aisle Bb Dm C F Catwalk into the dog pound, now with my flesh wounds dressed to spring-summer style [Refrão] Bb Dm For whom the belly tolls C F For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold Bb Dm For whom the belly tolls C F For who all time ticks by until one joke becomes old verse 2 Bb Dm C F There is beauty in the world, I've been told by people I've nothing but trust in Bb Dm C F Piled up with the cotton buds, among the toothpicks, inside the dark of the dustbin Bb Dm C F Waited outside of "Jersey Boys" for what seemed like a year, a life lived in the vestibule Bb Dm C F Scout yourself as a one-man team, you're a one club man denied a testimonial Bridge Gm F (No knot in the waistband) F Persuade me to give up and leave quietly Gm F (No reason to grandstand) F File me alongside the obscene Gm It's 7:20 Monday morning F I look to the man with no suit for a warning Gm If open to reason/collusion F May the way that I go be regrettable, gruesome C Bb Dm C F In exchange for one thing: "I beg do not take me today" F Bb Dm C F Babbling "please let me stay" [Refrão] Bb Dm For whom the belly tolls C F For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold Bb Dm For whom the belly tolls C F For who all time ticks by until one joke becomes old Bb Dm For whom the belly tolls C F For who the tap drips dry and the bath water runs cold Bb Dm For whom the belly tolls C F For whom the belly tolls