Standard (EADGBE)
Morning coffee and a cigarette, things havent changed, at least not for me.
Sunday paper on the welcome mat, read about an empty cage on nearly every page.
No the guys dont come around no more, not after I got drunk, and told them all just
I thought.
I cant remember the last time I spoke to you, wasnt that long ago, maybe a week or so.
(CHORUS)
Why were you so anxious to go? Was it just my imagination, maybe it was and well now.
We are grindstones and we sharpen up our knives, carve away a cold dull gray slice of life.
Im awfully sorry for the wedding plans, I guess it didnt work out the way you wanted
to.
What the hell did you expect from me, I was only 21 my mothers only son.
I sit around here almost every night, I dont stay out late, havent got no place to go.
Theres not a single thing I wouldnt do for you and all you had to do was only ask me to.
(CHORUS)
Why were you so anxious to go? Was it just my imagination, maybe it was and well now.
We are grindstones and we sharpen up our knives, carve away a cold dull gray slice of life.
Pull out my slingshot and I shoot down the moon.
Thats what you are,
Thats what you are,
Thats what you are made to do