Capo 3
C G
Woman when Iâve raised hell, youâre gonna know it
Em Emadd9 Em11 C
There wonât be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind
C G
No pictures left hanginâ only lonely unpainted nails
Em Emadd9 Em11 C
Ah Honey youâll connect those dots read the writinâ on the walls
C G
Woman when Iâve raised hell, heaven knows youâre gonna know it
Em Emadd9 Em11 C
Donât make me rule this home with the back of my hand
C G
Just let me sit alone in this chair, my own make believe little throne
Em Emadd9 Em11 C
Ah Honey and collect the thoughts thatâll help me to stand
G C
Honestly, why canât you just let it be
Em Emadd9 Em11 C
And let me quietly drink myself to sleep
G C
I said honestly, itâs not what it appears to be
Em Emadd9 EM11 C
But only memories that ainât got shit to do with you
Woman when Iâve raised hell, youâre gonna know it
There wonât be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind
No pictures left hanginâ only lonely unpainted nails
Ah Honey youâll connect those dots read the writtinâ on the wall
Woman when Iâve raised hell, there wonât be a star left untouched in your sky
When my lightening crashes across that night
No shadows of doubt or of turninâ in that questioningâ little mind
Just a burninâ rekindled truth and one single agonizinâ blinding white light
Cuz honestly, Honey you are the Queen
But you had better leave or I will be forced to be King
So now quietly, without questions or screams
Just gently leave it well enough alone
Woman when Iâve raised hell, you of all people are gonna know it
Thereâll be nothinâ not nailed down left unturned in this home
Then your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places
Heâll ask you again, âWhich is better or for worse, livinâ with me or livinâ with all my ghosts?â
Honestly, why canât you just let it be
And let me quietly drink myself to sleep
Honestly, itâs not what it appears to be
But only memories that ainât got shit to do with you
Woman when Iâve raised hell, heaven knows youâre gonna know it
There wonât be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind
No pictures left hanginâ only lonely unpainted nails
Ah Honey youâll connect those dots read the writinâ on the walls
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