Fistful Of Hollow

A F# F Come inside I can show you another room A F# F Step aside, I've the keys to an empty tomb F# F It's private and quiet F# F A A darkened respite for me and you A F# F Give it up for the craft you've cut yourself for A F# F Scare up the ghost and confess don your scars and scorn F# F Mind over matter F# F Dizzy and battered no more bridge w/ riff A F G A F G F# F F# F A D E The cream of crop is corrupt F# F It's low brow at the top end D E The cream at the top's hyped up F# F And over exaggerated F# F Obvious and jaded E to no end A F# F Channel it all into a manuscript A F# F Or divert it all into a clenched fist F# F Mind over manners F# F A visceral splatter F# F Let's all burn all the banners F# F A Whistle and hum all the hymns as we go