Intro:
A A
A A
A A
Verse:
A
I was born into self-actualization,
F#m
I knew exactly who I was,
Bm A
but I never got my chance to be young.
A
So when you lay me inside of a coffin,
F#m
bury me on the side of the hill.
Bm A
That’s a good place to get some thinking done.
A
It didn’t work out the way that I planned it.
F#m
They all seem to want to take it away,
Bm A
everything that I thought to be true.
A
So it’s obvious to me somebody, somewhere
F#m
must have really done a number on you
Bm A
and I know because the fuckers got me too.
"Chorus":
A G F#m
All the pretty horses,
A G F#m
all flowers and trees,
A G F#m
they will all mean less than nothing
A G F#m
when it all has come to be.
A F#m Bm A
A
God sent me a vision of the future
F#m
in a dream on a Saturday night
Bm A
and I see no reason to celebrate.
A
For when I saw it I wept like a child.
F#m
It came to me like a knife in the chest.
Bm A
You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache.
A G F#m
So Father, if it’s possible,
A G F#m
let this cup pass me by.
A G F#m
But if it can’t without my drinking it,
A G F#m
then thy will be done.
A G F#m
A G F#m
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