Em D
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
C
The last thing that your hands will fell
B
Your final flight can't be delayed
Em D
No land just sky it's so serene
C
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
B
You fry and melt I love the scene
G D
Sometimes I fantasize
C
When the streets are cold and lonely
G
And the cars they burn below me
G D
Don't these times fill your eyes
C
When the streets are cold and lonely
G
And the cars they burn bellow me
D
Are you alone
Em
Is anybody home
Em - D - C - B
(The same as the first verse)
I'M STANDING WARM AGAINST THE COLD
NOW THAT THE FLAMES
HAVE TAKEN HOLD
AT LEAST YOU LEFT YOUR LIFE IN STYLE
AND FOR AS FAR AS I CAN SEE
TIN TWISTED GRILLS GRIN BACK AT ME
BAD MONEY DIES I LOVE THE SCENE