Sing Your Last Lullaby

N.C. Dm You might think that it’s funny C Bb F But there’s really no way to find the time Dm To do this purely for money C Bb F Unless you want to get bored and toe the line Dm So take a seat at our table C Bb F And drink so deeply from the cup that I provide Dm For though the liquid’s unstable C Bb F With every sip you will know that you’re alive Am Bb C And through the cities and the Am Bb C wild We’re taking over Am Bb C So come and sing your Dm Bb C last lullaby A E This house is my house F#m D So bring me fire, I’ll burn it all to ashes A E It’s my life and it’s fine F#m D And I will cry with laughter as I trash it F#m A Well is it the parents or is it a phase? D A This tiresome desire to shock and amaze F#m A And so perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days F I don’t know C Dm But now I’m clutching at shadows C Bb F Draped in ridiculous clothing every night Dm So monumentally shallow C Bb F And yet this shade of discomfort feels so right Dm For there are things that are worthless C Bb F But they are nothing in the eyes of history Dm That old celestial circus C Bb F With teeth and fingernails I’ll carve a place, you’ll see Am Bb C And through the cities and the Am Bb C wild We’re taking over Am Bb C So come and sing your Dm Bb C last lullaby A E This house is my house F#m D So bring me fire, I’ll burn it all to ashes A E It’s my life and it’s fine F#m D And I will cry with laughter as I trash it F#m A Well is it the parents or is it a phase? D A This tiresome desire to shock and amaze F#m A And so perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days F C I don’t know F Am/E Dm C But at the dawning of this fight we kissed a sweet good- Bb F/A G C bye and off I sauntered for the cure F Am/E Dm C And even if the sky turns dark and hurls down bolts of Bb F/A C lightning I will laugh and scream for more A E F#m D A E F#m D F#m A D A F#m A D E F# B B F# This house is my house F# G#m E So bring me fire I’ll burn it all to ashes B B F# It’s my life and it’s fine F# G#m E And I will cry with laughter as I trash it G#m B Well is it the parents or is it a phase? E B This tiresome desire to shock and amaze G#m B And so perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days G A B But for the moment I’m alright B