The Chelsea Clinic Physical

Dm Signing my name on the forms Pink Triplicate With a look of low down dirty shame Gm Heat Heat your incubators We’re burning some bridges GW Dm Sittin’ in a sterile room again Sounds like giggles from Sad Eyed Chickens Gm I’ve been starin’ at those Ladies Mags Cosmo still tells us we need him We need him C What a waste my ball bustin’ bitches Gm Bb I once thought we could do anything C But trust in numbers of Gm Bb Hog-tied Cornish Hens C Gm Do you love this state I’m apocalyptic dreaming? Till it all goes south Bb A storm of organs fall off the earth C Do you love your freedom? Do you love your freedom? Gm Maybe sometimes Bb Maybe sometimes C Do you love your freedom? Do you love your freedom? Gm Bb ABCDEFGHIJKLM Dm No, quit your whinin’ It’s not like Hamurabi in Mesopotamia Gm It’s not and eye for an eye these days Just a freezer full of sperm and eggs Dm We were made to be seen and touched Then detonate G In menopausal aftermaths My sister She told me She told me C All our lovers are geriatric senators Pumped full of Viagra Gm Bb Fucking Ferraris C While we’re shipped to glue factories Gm Bb Abortion posters for Christianity C Gm Do you love this state I’m apocalyptic dreaming Till it all goes south Bb A storm of organs fall off the earth C Do you love your freedom? Do you love your freedom? Gm Maybe sometimes Bb Maybe sometimes C Do you love your freedom? Do you love your freedom? Gm Bb ABCDEFGHIJKLM No C Gm Bb C