/ E♭m /... / = 2 measures of EbmStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
E♭mI'm a bE♭mand in a show about a man holding hands with his C♯wife on a tE♭mherapist's couch, with his face to the ground (after fucking around cC♯ountless nights) and, in this oBne episode, close-up cameras are showing him cC♯rying, his red A♭mhead and Bhis red C♯eyes. *Verse 2* I'm a E♭mband in a show about a boy being buried aC♯live, from his E♭mhead to his toes, by a criminal (but with a sensitive soul!) with a C♯set of raccoon eyes, and there's this sBcene in the show when a hustler knows he's gonna dC♯ie. The ground oA♭mpens and Bhe climbs C♯inside. *Chorus* AF♯nd as he speaks his last C♯line, a thought falls from his A♭mmind and I pick it up rBight through the TC♯V: Oh A♭moh B Is there a C♯hand to take hold of the scene? *Post-Chorus*
F♯ A♭m C♯ B*Verse 3* I'm a E♭mman in a dream and there, dancing in front of my C♯eyes, is a E♭mqueen - formed out of flaws, with her eyes all gone odd and a rod bolted into her sC♯pine. She rises uBp like a yawn. She grips my heart like a claw. She splits apart like a jaw, like an eC♯ye. And she A♭masks me Bwith a C♯sigh, *Chorus* WF♯hen we're so far from C♯right, when we're losing the A♭mfight, when we're letting the lBight weaken its C♯beam - Oh A♭moh B Is there a C♯hand to take hold of the scene? *Post-Chorus*
F♯ A♭m C♯ BI F♯want a smile like a gA♭mlistening shard. I want a kiss that's as sharp as a C♯knife. The day Bexpires, and the dF♯ry, cracked, tA♭mrembling lips God saw fit to put this kiss iC♯nside, I lift them Bup to yF♯ou. I'd like to bear A♭mwitness C♯to a *Verse 4* lE♭might that is fine and is filling the cryingest eC♯yes, gE♭mrace in each face that is making the wastedest, brokenest ones fairly C♯fly, lBove that is innocent of that old cynical, covetous, cancerous vC♯ibe, and a A♭mbeauty B that anC♯nihilates all *Chorus* lF♯ife like it's lived in these C♯nights, holding your hatred A♭mtight like a sign that you're rBight or you're strong. WF♯hen your doors are shut C♯tight, I will dream you A♭mtonight, and my dream will just sBweep you along. WF♯hen all fires are fC♯anned, when we're shucking our pA♭mlans, when we're too wBeak to sC♯tand on our two feet Oh A♭moh B Is there a C♯hand to take hold of the scene?
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