Rilo Kiley – Accidntel Deth (Ukulele)

            C                       G
you're obsessed with finding a new brain

               F            C
but what you need is a new body

                F                  C              G
it feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before

          C                 G
and the skin you call your home

          F                              C
holds a heart that quits and knees that buckle in

      F                C                   G
and lungs that can't breathe when they're alone

         C                       G
and the days come to you like sailors

           F                   C
you watch them as they drift away

                F     C             G 
they meet the sunrise out at the horizon

           C                G
and it's neither sink nor swim

               C                   G
at least the water's beneath your chin.

          C                    G
there's blood spilled on the floor

              F                  C
everyone's staring at you, what for?

            F           C                G
until you realize the blood is probably yours

                  C                          G
you feel you've lost something, you want it back

           F                  C
you lie emotionless on your back

          F                  C       G
and your legs aren't taking anymore requests

          C         G
those disobedient wrecks

          F                      C
how you cared for them as they carried you

       F             C            G
from class to class and coast to coast

                 C                     G
when you owned land and when you were broke

          C             G
through recessions and addictions

                F          C 
it's just your accidental death

       F         C 
your accidental death

                 F          C
it's just your accidental death

             F              G      C
you're the indian in the cougar's nest.

        C                 G
your fright gives way to memory

           F                   C
have them cough you with your love

          F                C            G
or the story your father told you long ago

          C                    G
he was hunting with his own father

      F                    C
for deer he pointed and spotted her

           F                C             G
and then tripped over some roots or some dead trees

     C             G
the gun went off, it was a mistake

        F                C
and my father was only eight

           F                 C
and as he watched the dying deer,

        G
he was changed.

                 C                   G
'cause he felt sorry for what he'd done

        C            G
and he put down his gun

                C                     G
will you feel sorry for what you've done?

          C             G
will you put down your gun?

                   C          F
cause there's no accidental death

                   F             G       C
when you're the indian in the cougar's nest