The Mars Volta

Just as he hit the ^Am ground
They lowered a ^Dm tow that stuck in his neck to the ^Am gills
Fragments of ^Dm sobriquets riddle me ^Am this
three half eaten ^Dm corneas who hit the aureole
Stalk the ^Am ground, stalk the ^Dm ground
You should have ^Dm seen the curse that flew right ^Am by you
Page of co ^Dm ncrete stained walks crutch in ^Am hobbled sway
Auto-da- ^Dm fé a capillary ^Am hint of red
^Dm Only this ^Dm manupod ^C crescent in ^E shape has ^Am escaped
^Am The house half the way fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips Mark these words
One day this chalk ^Dm outline will circle this city
Was he ^Am robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan hid in a safe
Stalk the ^Am ground
Stalk the ^Dm ground
You should have ^Dm seen the curse that flew right ^Am by you
Page of con ^Dm crete stain walks crutch in ^Am hobbled sway
Auto-da- ^Dm fé a capillary ^Am hint of red
^Dm Only this ^Dm manupod ^C crescent in ^E shape has ^Am escaped
^Am Pull the pins save your ^Dm grace
^C Mark these words on his ^E grave
You should have ^Dm seen the curse that flew right ^Am by you
Page of ^Dm concrete stain walks crutch in ^Am hobbled sway
Auto-da- ^Dm fé a capillary ^Am hint of red
^Dm Everyone ^Dm knows the last ^C toes are
^E Always the coldest to ^Am go

Enjoy,
*Leaky*