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