e C
Once, when I was dead,
a G e
and lying still upon a dirty bed,
e C
a hag went through my clothes
a G e
- her fingers cracked and dryer than a bone,
I screamed (but just in my head )
This corpse which lay upon a farmer s bed,
But my watch, my wallet was gone;
she was deceived and disappointed at every turn,
A battle - that s what had passed,
And me just a footsoldier killed in the mud,
With a hole next to my heart;
At least that s what it seemed like just at the start,
But the hole was filled by her hand
As she groped around for something she could take,
I guess, the spoils of war
Should just lie back and then complain no more,
So this - could this be the key?
To my general sexual inability -
To feel, the victim of theft
And me without a heart left in my chest
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e C
Once, when I was dead,
a G e
and lying still upon a dirty bed,
e C
a hag went through my clothes
a G e
- her fingers cracked and dryer than a bone,
I screamed (but just in my head )
This corpse which lay upon a farmer s bed,
But my watch, my wallet was gone;
she was deceived and disappointed at every turn,
A battle - that s what had passed,
And me just a footsoldier killed in the mud,
With a hole next to my heart;
At least that s what it seemed like just at the start,
But the hole was filled by her hand
As she groped around for something she could take,
I guess, the spoils of war
Should just lie back and then complain no more,
So this - could this be the key?
To my general sexual inability -
To feel, the victim of theft
And me without a heart left in my chest
Once, when I was dead,
a G e
and lying still upon a dirty bed,
e C
a hag went through my clothes
a G e
- her fingers cracked and dryer than a bone,
I screamed (but just in my head )
This corpse which lay upon a farmer s bed,
But my watch, my wallet was gone;
she was deceived and disappointed at every turn,
A battle - that s what had passed,
And me just a footsoldier killed in the mud,
With a hole next to my heart;
At least that s what it seemed like just at the start,
But the hole was filled by her hand
As she groped around for something she could take,
I guess, the spoils of war
Should just lie back and then complain no more,
So this - could this be the key?
To my general sexual inability -
To feel, the victim of theft
And me without a heart left in my chest