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