Pony Bradshaw - Safe In The Arms Of Vernacular

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[Intro]
Em7 G D C (x2)
 
[Verse 1]
Em GDaddy brought me back a bonafide gas mask
D CAll the way home from Desert Storm
Em GThat's what I called Saudi Arabia
D CSand turns to glass sharp as a sultan's sword
Em7 GI saw the Blue Angels fly up over my head
D CIn the cinnamon glow of the dispossessed
Am7 C G DWe weren't born this way
 
[Chorus]
Em G Am CShaped like clay into a confederate apotheosis
Em G Am CAnd left on the dirty steps of time just like an orphan
Em G C Am7Just like an orphan
Em G C AmJust like an orphan
 
C D Em
G D C
 
[Verse 2]
Em7 GShe drinks white wine, memento mori
D CRiesling room temp from a coffee cup
Em7 GShe's a waitress downtown, draped in Bedouin gown
D CSmoking Kent cigarettes in the underground
Em7 GI guess she just wanted to escape all those voices
D CIt's a labyrinth of tempered devotion, a goddamn hall of mirrors
Em7 C G DHostage to this land
 
[Chorus]
Em G Am7 Am CShaped like clay into a confederate apotheosis
Em G Am7 CAnd left on the dirty steps of time just like an orphan
Em G C Am7Just like an orphan
Em G C Am7 AmJust like an orphan
 
[Chorus]
DI'm writing bad checks in blue ink
CShe wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink
D CIt smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
DI'm writing bad checks in blue ink
CShe wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink
D CIt smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
DI'm writing bad checks in blue ink
CShe wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink
D CIt smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
D C D Em G D CIt smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
 
[Outro]
Em GDaddy brought me back a bonafide gas mask
D CAll the way home from Desert Storm
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