The Work At Hand

C I was paying attention Am But maybe not at the right time F You're repeating verbatim The final ultimatum Dm G And all I'm thinking is how to make it rhyme C Am I'm doing what I'm meant to do Exploring inner space F Amazing I can see right through Dm G The disappointment on your face C Am I decree: Take the boots to me F Dm G And I demand to be strangled by the work at hand C Am I'll be gone with my boots still on F Dm G 'Cause I can't stand to ever leave the work at hand C I was coming apart Am At the scissors of another sleepless night F I was looking at your hair with a thousand-yard stare Dm G 'Cause I couldn't bear to look you in the eyes C Am I was born under a neon sign And I don't give a f**k F Tell me what I'm signifying Dm G When I'm run down by a laundry truck C Am I decree: Take the boots to me F Dm G And I demand to be strangled by the work at hand C Am I'll be gone with my boots still on F Dm G 'Cause I can't stand to ever leave the work at hand C Am F Dm G C Am F Dm G C Am F Dm G C Am F Dm G C Am I decree: Take the boots to me F Dm G And I demand to be strangled by the work at hand C Am I'll be gone with my boots still on F Dm G 'Cause I can't stand to ever leave the work at hand C Am I recall not that much at all F Dm G But I regret the little things I can't forget C I'll be gone (I'm doing what I'm meant to do) Am With my boots still on (Destroying people's lives) F 'Cause I can't stand (Careful or I'll screw you too) Dm G To ever leave the work at hand