The Hollows Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

C

 Most the song is: Dm A♯ Gm Dm

As I lay me down to fall asleep

with my demons dying

and my pilot light weak,

I curse the last six months

I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah.

And to those last 10 years

I've been howling a paper moon.

Well fuck you.

This goes out to all my underdone

and undertongued,

long longed frontment.

(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says)

And all us earth growths,

some planted,

And some pulled

Shut up and put your money where your mouth is.)

You shine a flashlight in

a hat box and spin,

an empty oyster shell,

and celebrate the hollows.

This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing,

back masking, back slitting pastor's kids.

(From behind bars its not so hard to see he's risen.)

And all us earth growths,

some planted,

And some pulled.

Nobody finds god and then goes to prison.)

 This next part is: Gm A♯ Dm Gm

 In Berlin GmI saw two mA♯en fuck

 in the dark Dmcorner of a basketball court. Gm

 JusDmt a slight jingle

Gmof pocket change pulsing.

 In the toGmurist park I lost 50 eurA♯os

 to a guy witDmh the walnut shells Gm

and the marble.

 it rDmeally pissed me off

 so ewGmw, I thought I'd go

 bacDmk to get my money,

 but alGml my homies warned me,

 "oh Dmno, those gypsies probably

 got Gmknives."

Then strum a d note a couple of times if its dropped it sounds the best

This goes out to all my under brewed,

double duped, two time truthfuls.

(Stop thinking a phone call

or text is too complicated.)

And all us earth growths,

some planted,

(Like a married uncle at a family function.)

And some pulled.

I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths.

Now tell me what should I do?

My God, the clock's always

stuck tellin' 11:11, at 3:32.

This goes out to all to my under done,

under tongued blung wunged frontmen.

And all us earth growths,

some planted,

and some pulled

This goes out to my under tongued, over done, long longed frontmen.

(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says.)

And all us earth growths doin' the croak

like it ain't no joke.

In a crowded room projected debonair

aloof impermanance

he shrouded loosely

in a heavy air of indeterminates.