Only The Young Die Good - Ver 2

Capo 1 F# G#m B Waste of a face never yours for the keeping F# B Slapped across your head F# G#m B Then with what little time remained F# B Set out to forget it F# G#m B Yonder would break days plump with thunder F# B Of new and glorious morn F# Hours would spill G#m B Souring still F# B Despite our adornments for them D#m C# All in good time B F# You break before the light D#m C# So soaked in wine B F# It dries your will to fight D#m C# B F# But everyday is never enough D#m C# B F# Sucks tucked in the folds of your guts D#m C# B F# Contents of which blaze in your eyes D#m C# B Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit tonight F# B If only the good ones die young D#m B I'd pray your corruption comes F# B swift like a thief in the night D#m B Right I'd pluck my right eye right out F# B If only the good ones die young D#m B I'd pray your corruption comes F# B Swift like a thief in the night D#m B Right I'd pluck my right eye right out F# Yanked from your slumber G#m B What ominous portent F# B Dangles in your face? F# G#m B Rife with sprites falling on knives F# B Crowd into your gaze F# G#m B Well sight is a sense and in your defense F# B One I might liken to F# G#m B The manner in which you touch what you clutch F# B Or the way that the wind touches you F# B If only the good ones die young D#m B I'd pray your corruption comes F# B Swift like a thief in the night D#m B Right I'd pluck my right eye right out F# B If only the young ones die good D#m B I'd pray your corruption would F# B Slip like a slit in the wrist D#m B Hack the hands, redeem the rest