Written by Matthew Milia
Intro: Strum the G chord hammer on the G note a few times.
G
Look at all the steam off the snow
Em C Am
We listen to the Top 40 country radio blow
G
Listen to the singer
Em C
Trying to put my finger on who killed who
G
When it does linger
Em C
The sweet nostril-stinger of the springs mildew
G Em
Was it your will to take his pill orally?
C Am
Or did you act perfunctorily?
G
The lamp-shadow dampness
The safe world of campus
Em
The water of your high school eyes
C
Some stadium
Am
Some old college tries
G
There in my stomach the liquor heated
With every place I ever trick-or-treated and
Em
We used to message through the ink of night
C Am
With skin still young and pink and tight
D Em
Back when the tongue thrust with all of our young lust
Am Bm C Am
The dimple-chin brunettes who make simpleton pets of me
G
And yes, Im a heel
G7
But with Peters keel
Em C
I will cut through the lily-pads
Am D
The moping mothers and hillbilly dads
Em G
And the billboard dentist from White Lake to East Lansing
Am D
With his day-glo halo sentence entrancing
G Em
The moon makes lake-water out to be a filmy skin
C Am Em C
But who can begin to tell what skin holds far within
G
Oh, the bathers
G7
Oh, the toweling
Em C
Your cells are saviors that ring wet bells growling and
G
You have the black eyes
G7
Just holes filled with night skies
Em C
A saddening sweetness through your kid-sister sighs
G Em
Where the Sylvan Lake corner is flickering with childhood
C Am
And the mourner within me feels older than wildwood
G Em
And if I knew what part of me was wax
C Am G
Id try to truncate it with a black sopping night axe
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