Penelope Scott – Cemetery Pigeons (Guitar)

         C                         Am
Cemetery pigeons, checking out the graves

         Dm                                        G
Cemetery pigeons, leaving little footprints on the dirt

    C                          Am
Cemetery pigeons, are you from abroad?

            Dm                                  G
Do you ever think about the pigeons that you've lost?

              Am
I don't wanna be here

                 F7
I don't wanna go home

              G                Em
I don't wanna take up any more space

                   Am        E7
I don't wanna just bitch and moan

         Am                         C
Cemetery pigeons, house pets of the dead

             G
Where do you go when the lake is frozen

               Am            G                        Am     A7
And you've got no stupid red hat for your little grey head?

         C                Am
Cemetery pigeons, phantom skunks, whoa

Dm
Howls and wails and necropolis snails

        G                                 Am
And the young postmodern punks exhale cigarette smoke

                 F
A cold blueberry cloud

         G                    B7          Bm7
During a weird brief stint, I smoked that shit

       Am                    Em
On the delivery route out of town

           F7                 Am     G       C
It felt so unimportant, but I really fucking tried

                    E7
"I could do so much better if I knew how to do it", I cried

          Am                        G
While the anarchists danced and got high

                    F7
They sang "fuck the city"

                         C
And I'm always caught in between

E               Em                Am               G
One more smokey apartment and the liberal American Dream

             F                   Cmaj7
Oh, cemetery pigeons, my head is fucked

         Em                                                 Am      G
If I had wings like you, I'd probably walk around with them tucked

         C          Em  A
Cemetery pigeons, I met God

            D
She was the red couch I tripped on

                           A
Right through the wall and out and into the lawn

                Am                                 F7
With the metaheuristics, the syntactic soul of the ants

                 G                     B7
No more need for cars and trucks and unfortunate fucks

         Am                 Em
Stuck going the same way in traffic

G     Em                 A
Party crashers crash my party

    Bm                        F#
I'm ready for a little bit of mystery

Bm    A    Dm    F#       Bm          A
Spit saliva in my coffee, we'll write history

        F#m     F#                        D     E      F#
Oh, the sweat inside my mask drips down into my liquor mouth

          Bm                 A       F#
The dirty Covid Martini is a popular drink

          D          E7        A
And we're never ever gonna run out

D7              Am       F#     B7           C#7
Party crashers crash my party, put me on the radio

D        E          C#7
Ants and friends and chain link fences

D       E7       A
I'm all ready to go

        F#m     F#                        D     E      F#
Oh, the sweat inside my mask drips down into my guilty mouth

        Bm               A       F#
The mad dog Martini is a popular drink

         D             E          A
From the north all the way to the south

Bm                         A
No matter what time you're out