Aristotle Ponders The Sound

G B Em I heard my mother cough to show her pain, G B Em Hidden behind the closed door again. G B Em My father must have wept when he came G B Em To have made such a sensitive boy. G B Em I’ve been fighting your holy war G B Em Ever since you took that plane. G B Em Well, I say god bless all of the harlots G B Em And the crack-heads blistered vein. G B Em My boss keeps asking me to ask more questions, G B Em And so I asked her “why?” G B Em Then I asked her why man chose to work for his food, G B Em When it’s clear to me that he’d much rather die? G B Em And if we’re all equal does that mean every man's due some luck? G B Em And how many roads must a man walk down, before he stops giving a f**k? G B Em She said “Quit your yapping, get back to work! G B Em Don’t you see you’ve got customers to serve.” G Em And I said, “Of course I can, G Em G ‘cause everybody is a servant to someone else.” Em G And she said, “stop talking now, you’re boring me, Em G don’t you see that you’re just the help?” G B Em I woke up in a strange bed one Sunday morning, G B Em With a woman I did not love on my left hand side. G B Em She looked at me as if she’d seen a ghost when she woke, G B Em And screamed when she saw the horse head on my right. G B Em She said her name was Lady Luck, and that I should leave. G B Em So I collected my stuff feeling slightly relieved. G B Em She was spread eagle, spread out and spread bare, G B Em And I was spread thin over the days and months that would proceed… G Em G And she said, “Don’t you see? If you think about it Em G there’s one start one chance and one end.” Em G And I said, “Don’t talk to me, ‘cause there can be Em G A thousand if I pretend.” G B Em Tom Waits came to me in a dream G B Em With a swordfish stuck in the middle of his chest. G B Em He poured me a glass of rum and pondered, “What’s the point? G B Em You’re doomed to die, however hard you try your best.” G B Em And you said the same thing when you left me, G B Em When you took my devotion and my drive. G B Em Well, you left the starving boy where you hung your coat. G B Em I’ll take that back down now if you don’t mind. G Em G But I understand, ‘cause if you’re not sure where Em G you are then you should move. Em G Em G And now that I am not, I think that I will do some moving too. Em G Em G ‘Cause if you think about it, everybody is a servant to someone else, Em G Em G And if you say you’re not, well I suppose that means you’re a servant to yourself.