Hi there! I was fed up with reading the wrong tab which has infested the
internet. The time signature can seem a little baffling, and the chord
progression never seems to resolve properly making you think "Eh?", but this
version is certainly closer to the real song. Enjoy!
[G]Boys run like [Em]water from the [Bm]barrel to the [Fm]trough.
They'll never [Fm]stop their running.
[Bm]Gunning for their [G]brothers.[Bm][G]
[G]This house is a [Em]hostel.
It is [Bm]peaceful, but it's [Fm]always emptying.
[Bm]Boys all want to [G]be someone.[Bm][G]
[G]Haven't you [Em]heard? I am a [Bm]flightless bi[Fm]rd.
I am a [Fm]liar, [Bm]feeding facts to[G] a false fire.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]If pathos is [Em]borne, borne out of [Bm]bullshit[Fm]--in formal attire,
[Bm]I'll score you [G]a string ensemble.[Bm][G]
[G] [Em] [Bm] [Fm] [Fm] [Bm] [G] [Bm]
[G]I saw my son at [Em]seventeen,
The [Bm]shutters made proj[Fm]ections on his [Fm]naked frame.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]Now at twenty-[Em]five,
He simply [Bm]cannot stay aw[Fm]ay from the k[Fm]etamine.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]With makeup on his s[Em]ores,
He spends an [Bm]hour a day com[Fm]posing little[Fm] eulogies.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]Sometimes he sends me l[Em]etters,
But it's mo[Bm]stly garbled [Fm]phrases and [Fm]apologies.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]Haven't you [Em]heard? I am a [Bm]flightless bi[Fm]rd.
I am a [Fm]liar, [Bm]feeding facts to[G] a false fire.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]If pathos is [Em]borne, borne out of [Bm]bullshit[Fm]--in formal attire,
[Bm]Cue the Bulgari[G]an men's choir.[Bm][G][Bm]
internet. The time signature can seem a little baffling, and the chord
progression never seems to resolve properly making you think "Eh?", but this
version is certainly closer to the real song. Enjoy!
[G]Boys run like [Em]water from the [Bm]barrel to the [Fm]trough.
They'll never [Fm]stop their running.
[Bm]Gunning for their [G]brothers.[Bm][G]
[G]This house is a [Em]hostel.
It is [Bm]peaceful, but it's [Fm]always emptying.
[Bm]Boys all want to [G]be someone.[Bm][G]
[G]Haven't you [Em]heard? I am a [Bm]flightless bi[Fm]rd.
I am a [Fm]liar, [Bm]feeding facts to[G] a false fire.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]If pathos is [Em]borne, borne out of [Bm]bullshit[Fm]--in formal attire,
[Bm]I'll score you [G]a string ensemble.[Bm][G]
[G] [Em] [Bm] [Fm] [Fm] [Bm] [G] [Bm]
[G]I saw my son at [Em]seventeen,
The [Bm]shutters made proj[Fm]ections on his [Fm]naked frame.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]Now at twenty-[Em]five,
He simply [Bm]cannot stay aw[Fm]ay from the k[Fm]etamine.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]With makeup on his s[Em]ores,
He spends an [Bm]hour a day com[Fm]posing little[Fm] eulogies.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]Sometimes he sends me l[Em]etters,
But it's mo[Bm]stly garbled [Fm]phrases and [Fm]apologies.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]Haven't you [Em]heard? I am a [Bm]flightless bi[Fm]rd.
I am a [Fm]liar, [Bm]feeding facts to[G] a false fire.[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[G]If pathos is [Em]borne, borne out of [Bm]bullshit[Fm]--in formal attire,
[Bm]Cue the Bulgari[G]an men's choir.[Bm][G][Bm]
