Ezra Furman – Suck The Blood From My Wound (Guitar)

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I woke up bleeding in the crotch of a tree

E                 A
TV blaring on the wall above the coffee machine

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Car wash waiting room outside Pasadena

A                   B
I'm sitting waiting for my deus ex machina

        E                       A
And I'm forever changed by this chemical burn

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Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form

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I grip the steering wheel and picture my angel

A                         B
Climbing out the hospital window

E                               A
Blood on my angel's lips blends in with his makeup

E                       A
He's off the premises before his brain's had time to wake up

E                       A
Peeling off bandages to unfold his wings

E                               A
The doctors said they'd have to stay on for another three weeks

E                     A
Fuck it baby, let 'em bruise, let 'em break

    A              B
But bleed, let 'em bleed

    E                 B      A            F#
And I'm doing ninety, gotta get there and hold him

E                  B         A               F#
If we can make it across the state line then baby, we're golden

E           B             A      F#
Let the law pronounce its petty assertions

A                            B
They've been outsmarted by a couple of urchins

         F#m
And they hurt you bad, man

G#m
They hurt me too

A                                 B
But I'm not about to sit here and watch as they

                       E     B
Suck the blood from my wound

A             F#            E     B
They suck the blood from my wound

A        F#            E
Suck the blood from my wound

A        F#            E     B
Suck the blood from my wound

E
Ohh man

E                           A
Wrap half the money in your hospital garment

E                               A
We'll stash the rest inside the red Camaro's secret compartment

E                            A
Even the deepest wounds will heal over time

E                        A
I'll run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine

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They'll never find us if we turn off our phones

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We're off the grid, we're off our meds we're finally out on our own

E                      A
Now I see color coming back in your cheeks

A                          B                            E      B A
Angel, don't fight it, to them you know we'll always be freaks

              F#        E      B A
To them we'll always be freaks

      F#
We'll always

E                            A
Park for the night northwest of Baton Rouge

E                             A
Across the parking lot you're stretching the one wing you can move

E                         A
I let you walk as long as fear will allow

A                         B
I've never loved you more than I love you now

               E                           A
And then we're back on the road before the sun's even up

E                               A
We're making time, we're making progress but progress towards what?

E                            A
Your fallen feathers fill up two shopping bags

A                           B
The future's breathing down the neck of the past

        F#m                      G#m
And the sun throws a shit-eating shine on the moon

        A                             B
And I'm not about to wait for them to come

                       E
Suck the blood from my wound

N.C.                   E     B
Suck the blood from my wound

A        F#            E     B A F#
Suck the blood from my wound