Joseph Arthur – Creation Or A Stain (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
Em
I got a God in my head, tells me that I'm crazy

Em
Got a God in my head, says that I'm crazy

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An angry little God punching all my scars

Em
Another little God, tells me that I'm lazy

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A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now

Em
The smallest God there, thinks that I'm the greatest

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Tells me no one else could be as good as me

Em
I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey of consequences

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Little propagandist selling misery

Em
I built the tune and I got to get away

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Assure me that I wouldn't do exactly beats the pain

Em
No one sees me down there and, no one's getting in

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I got a needle pack of shackles, and a quart of country gin

Em
I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear

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Is the one tells me those other people, don't let anybody near

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No don't let anybody near

G            Em
No don't let anybody near

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No don't let anybody near
[Verse 2]
Em
Oh now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down

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The sea-birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around

Em
I have made myself a mai-tai, I have damned myself again

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I have eaten all my children, I've tightened up my skin

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I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory

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Consuming all that's left, of my mother's misery

Em
I'm sucking on Satan's tit, she's milking me her poison flow

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I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go

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No there's no place left to go

Em
Oh no, no, no, there's no place left to go

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No, no, no, there's no place left to go

Em
No, no, no, there's no place left to go
[Verse 3]
Em
Now I drink until the pain is dry, I know it never is

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Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best

Em
Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt

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Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built

Em
And throwing out all the love you know I never felt

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Now, you know I never felt

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I never felt

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Yeah, you know I never felt
[Verse 4]
Em
Let's make our torture grandiose, personal hell can be unique

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You bring it on yourself, burn out when you might peak

Em
The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul

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If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control

Em
Your past is plagiarism, your symbols have dried up

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Your corruption's as confused, as old lovers that you've dumped

Em
Like some hidden toxic fume, your soul dissipates

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Into the ozone of guilty acts eroded, all the things you hate

Em
There's bodies dancing crazed, sexual heat

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Praise the inner orgy the way starving people eat

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Regret weight overwhelms, at times bodies fall

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Bankrupt from the beaten, let's split one more eight-ball

Em
Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding, tired eyes made of rust

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And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust

Em
No, there's no one you can trust

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No, no, there's no one you can trust

Em
No, no, there's no one you can trust

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No, no, there's no one you can trust
[Verse 5]
Em
Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box, I wouldn't know

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I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a ride

Em
We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations

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And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging

Em
Like prisoners in conceit, we hurry through the cracks

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I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back

Em
The windows all explode, outside the noise pollution blooms

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Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms

Em
I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen

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Obsessed with tragic endings sounding now like Eric Clapton

Em
These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain

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The euphoria of dying, toxins wrestle in my brain

Em
We've all been leaders of corruption, we've all been spiders on the wall

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Waiting for a hand to smash us, or the bloom of light to fall

Em
Is this guilt of just self-hatred, only wild uncontained

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Leaking from a broken soul, is this creation or a stain

Em                    G
Is this creation or a stain

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Is this creation or a stain