Shoot The Singer 1 Sick Verse

C G Someone took in these pants Am Somebody painted over paint C G Painted wood C G And where he stood, no one stands Am It's been said he's sitting now C G In the churning land C G Em Well, I've seen saints, but remember C G That I forgot to flag 'em down Em When they passed C And in the morning light G Am You hold that ashtray tight C You could put it out G But I can't put it out C G My hands shook, down and out Am I've got the blisters of the world C G World new C G I name the book after you Am So look up and watch the camera lens C G When the risers fade C G Em Slow it down! Song is sacred! C And brother, you're a hunter G Em And you're right at home C And in the morning light G Am I'll hold my ashtray tight C I could take it down G And you can't take it down C G La-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da-da 3x C G Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect Don't expect 3x