White Moon (acoustic)

	  		
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Intro: E Esus4 E  G A  E Esus4 E   G A   E Esus4 E 


verse 1:  

      E                        A                 B                           E Esus4 E*       
White moon, white moon, breaks open the tomb of a deserted cartoon that I wrote 
         E                           A                         B                       E Esus4 E* 
Creature come, creature, creature my own double feature as I'm warming the bleachers at home 
         E             G                   D        F 
Well, my nose keeps on bleeding cause it's Rita I'm needing  
         Bb         A              B                     E Esus4 E 
I better call out a meeting of the boys.........of the boys 


verse 2:  

   E                         A                             B                           E Esus4 E* 
My friends are all dying and death can't be lying, it's the truth and it don't make a noise 
   E                      A                      B                           E Esus4 E*    
Oh Rita, oh Rita If you lived in Mesita I would move you with the beat of a drum 
         E                        A                                B                    E Esus4 E*                    
And this picture is proof that although you're aloof you had the shiniest tooth neath the sun 
     E          G        D          F               Bb       A           B              E Esus4 E  
Easy come, easy go Be a star of the show I'm giving up all I know to get more....to get more 


verse 3:  

E                            A                          B                           E Esus4 E* 
Photograph the picture young grunt pin-up scripture for locker-tagged memories of war 
  E                         A                   B                        E Esus4 E* 
A mirage, this garage and a photo montage and a finger massage from the host 
     E          G         D     F           Bb     A           B                  E Esus4 E 
Good lord, good lord, the one I adore and I cannot afford is a ghost......is a ghost 


verse 4:  
     E             G          D           F         Bb               A           B       E Esus4 E 
Protosocial is the word & the word is the bird that flew through the herd in the snow..in the snow 
     E                          A                         B                            E Esus4 E* 
Lemonade me then grade me then deliver my baby and if my friends all persuade me, I'll go 
       E                          A                      B                             E Esus4 E* 
Blink, blink at me Rita don't you know I'm a bleeder? & I promised I wouldn't lead her on 
        E                       A                          B                          E Esus4 E* 
But she met me, then led me & I ate what was fed me 'til I purged every word in this song..... 



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