Intro
A F#m E
[Verse]
A F#m
I won't make this trip
I'm already dead
E
You can eat me
If you need to
A F#m
But I won't taste right
As you chew through
E
All the good times
That we outgrew
A F#m
You feel the salt wind
Hit your heavy, wet hair
E
That the heat wave
Couldn't dry out
A F#m
Now you're crying
With a stiff mouth
E
That still tastes like
Your last bite
A F#m
Of my left leg
That's now sheet white
E
As the flies come
In the dead of night
A F#m
You start to venture
Through the ever thick trees
E
Feet are tired
Eyes are weary
A F#m
You find a stray fox
In a plane wreck
E
With a split lip
And a cracked neck
A F#m
There's a left shoe
At the fox's feet
E
Must've flown here
A
'Cross the big sea