Baby I Got The Death Rattle

Bm We burnt all the skin From the palm of my hands D With an old zippo lighter And deodorant can G D I went to the palmist and asked her to read G No heart line, No sun line D No life line, No need. Bm Said all that I wanted was a quiet life A Not one predetermined by minuscule slices G Into my flesh and the broad she agreed D One look in my sad eyes she had to concede Bm D "Baby... the girdle of venus got me G Got me down on my knees. G Bm D Bm D And baby... baby I got the death rattle and A G You're six months old s-shakin' me." Bm G D Bm Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car D On the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms G In the frost I drew a dick Bm For every girl that wouldn't fuck me G Woke early the next morning to see D The frost had bitten me D Bm My blisters black and touch cold Bm Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose A D The kind of gift I'd give you G Like a less committed Van Gogh G D G And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray A G And I am an ass, and that's why I bray D Bm Your halo slipped to frame you Bm Like a photo, a porthole window D I see blood spill in the pure snow A You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones G D G And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray A G And I am an ass, and that's why I bray D G If you were tomorrow, I'd be today D And this is the end Riff on D here for a bit (I'm serious, so listen) D Baby I got the death rattle Bm G And baby I got it bad D I've been digging my grave for quite some time Em G When I'm not digging up the past D And I chewed my only necktie Bm G From the metal frame of my bed D Where I tied your wrists together Em G Spent all night givin' (Oh, you get the message) D Not headstone Bm But headboard G Is where I want to be mourned D Not headstone Em But headboard G Is where I want to be mourned D Not headstone A But headboard G Is where I want to be mourned