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        Bb
And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from his hands
           F
And when I put my arms around him
Felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
       Bb
And an eerieness surrounded
When his tongue began to speak
                  F
And he said, "Oh, boy, you are so pretty,
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string"
    Bb
And when I finally kissed him
The whole world began to ring
            F
Lost like a bell that's tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
      Bb
And I knew the world was over
So I took a look outside
                F
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vanes and the tops of trees
        Bb
And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream - 
                                 F  Bb
They're all waiting here for me

Bb
Deli markets with their flower stands
Their pretty girls and their burning men
        F
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue, twice removed from my face
         Bb
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in the fountain
           F
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take to soothe my mind 
              Bb
So I'm always sober
Always aching 
Always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
           F
And wasted gas-station attendants
Attending to their jobs
      Bb
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
              F
Oh, when this life just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
          Bb
But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
                            F  Bb  F  Bb
You're too wonderful to die

Bb
And the last one tore a picture
From the pornographic page
And all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged
           F
And it's a lie that you've been given
That just hurts you every day
       Bb
So why should I lie here naked
When it's just too far away
        F
From anything we could call loving -
Any love worth living for?
        Bb
So I'll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
           F
And when I wake up in the morning
I won't forget to lock the door
              Bb
'Cause with a match that's mean and some gasoline
                         F  Bb
You won't see me anymore

Song Against Sex

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