Standard (EADGBE)

  I have no fingertips

  I burned 'em off from too many stove trips

  Can't find no fingernails

  I ate 'em off cause I was hungry as hell

(continue rhytm in same way, listen to the record to get it just

fine and dandy)

Can't read can't clear my mind

So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime, lifetime,

lifetime

I think I'm gonna build a fence

to keep inside what little sense

the sense of taste

the sense of smell

the sense to sit here and feel like hell, hell, hell

Feel like hell.....

(slow down on this next part)

The Sun, the moon, the stars

is that what you a thinking that you are

As I'll disintegrate over time

If I expect my body to keep up with my mind

If I expect my body to try to keep up with my mind

but today everythings mine

today everything's mine

today everything's mine