Lingua Franca

E C#m B F# A F# In the banquet of mopes E F# Sing praises of how you are A F# Double dues that I owe E F# And I will buy the next round A F# I feel your cut touch my nerve E F# But you’re falling apart from what I’ve heard A F# Bereft of any desire E F# A I’d rather hunter, sleep or starve A F# Your charity is so ungrateful A E The pain won’t break the day A F# Sharpen all your instincts A E That make me feel that way A E That make me feel that way F# Yeah-eah pre-verse E C#m B F# A F# Under the cold tap of facts E F# Equal them up to the day I’ve had A F# You say I gotta relax E F# It’s that simple, I’m that simple A F# The throes of my wits E F# A love that’s drunk, that’s half-lit A F# An insult worse than scars E F# A I’d rather hunter, sleep or starve A F# Your charity is so ungrateful A E The pain won’t break the day A F# Sharpen all your instincts A E That make me feel that way A E That make me feel that way F# Yeah-eah Guitar breakdown A F# A F# A F# A F# A F# A F# A F# A E A E F# Your charity is so ungrateful A E The pain won’t break the day A F# Sharpen all your instincts A E That make me feel that way A E That make me feel that way F# Yeah-eah