Last Years Men

A C#m There’s an epic I’ve been writing for all of last year’s men A E B ‘Cos I’m so sick of fighting just to have my heart broken again A C#m I’d like to paint a picture of how it used to be A E B Extract the fragrant bitter poison that was you and me A C#m Friends and lavish dinners, private talks with men A E B I hear you say “She’s pretty right?” And someone answers “6 of 10” A C#m Johnny Cash and whiskey, under your employ A E B All that I am left with: a plastic fast food kids’ meal toy C#m E B A Given gifts I couldn’t keep, Late at night, Oft I’d weep C#m E B A Whispered Secrets I confess, Apollo’s fallen prophetess F#m C#m If I could have had it my way F#m C#m We’d be shining in the holy light of day A E But your desire to destroy me, o love of old, A E B E Is breathing life to the truths that now are told A C#m Remember last November, down by Chelsea Piers? A E B Flicked your smoke right at my face to see if you could rouse my fear A C#m Or when you phoned from San Francisco, told me to call your mom and say A E B You tried, You failed, You loved her as you drove your car into the bay A C#m Vandalized like faces of old Egyptian queens A E B Damaging the image removes her power to be seen A C#m When finally uncovered, how painful it can be A E B Who keeps Nefertiti’s secrets, do we leave her rest in dignity? C#m E If I got drunk and called your bluff B A We’d both end up detained, handcuffed C#m E Held captive in Babylon B A This queen is kept far from her throne F#m C#m If you could hear the stories that we speak F#m C#m It wouldn’t sound to you like Ancient Greek A E Like they should have taught back in Helen’s Troy A E B E We weren’t put here to serve the whims of little boys A C#m Now I can still remember when I believed in love A E B Those days way back before my baby heart it got too tough A C#m Cigarettes and and snowfall, Gatsby’s last request A E B Recite the words I learned to curse in Latin, Greek, Urdu and French A C#m Spotlight on the cage I’m in, wishing I was small A E B Anything you wanted, no tending to my needs at all A C#m Tarot cards I’m reading tell visions of the years A E B All the time I wasted on hollow smiles and bitter tears C#m E When I slipped up, you got rough B A Couldn’t tell my mama about that stuff C#m E Lock & key, the unknown B A Oracle blessed adyton F#m C#m If people heard the prophecy I tell F#m C#m You’d be burning in the holy fires of hell A E But ears of Man are so slow to tune A E B E before they understand, entire lives are ruined