Intro
Em G Am C Em G Am C
[Verse 1]
Em
But I laugh when you lie
G
Ain’t much of a disguise
Am C
I know cause you learned that from me
Em G
The pull of the strings is an unfortunate thing
Am C
And one can’t help but go where they lead
Em
And though you said it would plague you
G
No more, No more
Am C
Who are you kidding, I’ve been through your drawers
Em G
The vintage you wore to the feast
Am
Smelled the scent from your pores
Am
Sleep, score, and repeat
N.C.
Sleep, score, and repeat
N.C.
(Oh, oh waiting by the floor at your feet)
[Chorus]
G
And for some time
Am C
The only thing that’s really mattered
G
Was getting by
Am C
Well enough to climb that ladder
G
You’ll meet no dreams there
Am C
No earthly forms
G
Where the men have killed the men
Am
And the women have made no more
C Em G Am C (x4)
The women have made no more
[Verse 2]
Em G
I’ve seen the scars on your wrist
Am C
I know that you thought we’d do better than this
Em G
Though you’re not really sure how we can
Am C
When you stood the whole day with your head in your hands
Em G
Well we lie and we backstab from Fresno to Flagstaff
Am C
Slipped and we slept on floors that we swept with
Em
Oh and the bad rap
G
And clung to the abstract
Am
When everything else seemed a threat
C
When everything else seemed a threat
(This is as good as it gets)
[Chorus]
G
And for some time
Am C
The only thing that’s really mattered
G
Is getting by
Am C
Well enough to climb that ladder
G
You’ll meet no dreams there
Am C
No earthly forms
G
Where the men have killed the men
Am
And the women have made no more
C
The women have made no more
[Instrumental]
Em G Am C (repeat x8)
[Chorus]
G
And for some time
Am C
The only thing that’s really mattered
G
Was getting by
Am C
Well enough to climb that ladder
G
You’ll meet no dreams there
Am C
No earthly forms
G
Where the men have killed the men
Am
And the women have made no more
C
The women have made no more
[Chorus]
G
And for some time
Am C
The only thing that’s really mattered
G
Was getting by
Am C
Well enough to climb that ladder
G
You’ll meet no dreams there
Am C
No earthly forms
G
Where the men have killed the men
Am
And the women have made no more
C
The women have made no more
[Outro]
G
And for some time
Am C
The only thing that’s really mattered
G
Was getting by
Am C
Well enough to climb that ladder
G
You’ll meet no dreams there
Am
Reap no rewards
G
And sometimes I see flowers
Am
But most times just the thorns
C G
But most times just the thorns