The Weakerthans – Plea From A Cat Named Virtute (Guitar)

E
Why don't you ever wanna play?

A
I'm tired of this piece of string

B
You sleep as much as I do now,

         A                 E
and you don't eat much of anything

E
I don't know who you're talking to

A
I made a search through every room

B
but all I found was dust that moved

   A              E
with shadows of the afternoon

E                       A
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing

            F#m
they're not helping anything

           A        E
they won't make you strong

E
So we should open up the house

A
invite the tabby two doors down

B                             
You could ask your sister if

A                     E
she doesn't bring her basset hound

E
Ask the things you shouldn't miss

A
tape hiss and the modern man

B
cold war and card catalogues

A                E
to come join us if they can

E
For girly drinks and parlor games

A
we'll pass around the easy lie

B
of absolutely no regrets

A               E
and later maybe you could try

E
To let your losses dangle off

A
the sharp edge of a century

B
We'll talk about the weather

   A               E
or how the weather use to be

E                            A
And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill

          F#m                 A
let their tiny feathers fill disappointment

E                      A
Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin

            F#m                  A              E
Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong

E              F#m         G#m              A
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV

C#m                 B                     A
frankly that thing doesn't really interest me

   E                     F#m             G#m             A
I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood

  C#m                  B              A                G#m
if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating

              E
I know you're strong.