Freelance Whales - Generator Second Floor Ukulele

                  C                   
And I could never tell as a kid

What that window door went to
                  Em7
Only told to stay away

I almost had an accident, age 6
                              C
When I found the key in the attic

And now the smell of these wood frames
                         Em7 
Is the only sense I've left

So as you pull me from the bed
                                   C
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous


C Em7 Am 
        (x2 or 4)
                 
                  C
And since you are my friend

I would ask that you lower me down slow
                        Em7
And tell the man in the black cloak

He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
                        c
With those Latin conjugations

And if it's all the same to them
                               Em7
You should tell your gathering friends

Please not to purse their faces grim
                    C
On such a lovely Sunday

C                                    Em7
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
                                          C
We will put this flesh into the ground again [x6]