These are the basic chords. Actually, it is finger picking but it's pretty easy to
it out yourself how to pick.
Y[G]our visions been blessed if I'm still fully dressed,
but [C]before you leave me, here's one last request,
Well [G]no I don't care, no I don't mind,
if you [Em]don't hear a word from this [Am]broke heart of mine.
But can I [G]borrow your [Em]face just to [Am]unload my mind,
[G]borrow your [Em]face just to [Am]unload my mind.
Well now I k[G]now I'm pathetic, I'm the sage of absurd,
but I w[C]on't violate you with touch but with words,
but there's [G]no need to ask, shut your mouth, raise a glass,
but the y[Em]outh that you drink to's alre[Am]ady the past.
And the b[G]oy on your [Em]arm girl, you k[Am]now he won't last,
the b[G]oy on your [Em]arm girl, you k[Am]now he won't last.
My Mado[G]nna's undressin', her robes are all torn,
and I s[C]wear that she's callin' my na[G]me.
but for all her caresses, my senses are worn,
the f[Em]eelin' is gone, and sweet l[Am]ady, you just don't taste the s[G]ame.
[G]And I'll drink just to drive, if my love don't arrive,
I don't w[C]anna survive, I don't wanna survive,
and a[G]ll that I know is, I smile just for show,
and [Em]nobody's listenin', but e[Am]veryone knows.
So just s[G]it back and w[Em]atch while my m[Am]emory corrodes,
s[G]it back and w[Em]atch, while my m[Am]emory corrodes.
And I c[G]urse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind,
'cause it's d[C]ark as a dungeon way down in my mind.
And I w[G]ake on the floor with my country at war,
and I w[Em]ish I could care but my l[Am]iver's too sore.
And if l[G]iquor's a l[Em]over, you k[Am]now I'm a whore,
if l[G]iquor's a l[Em]over, you k[Am]now I'm a whore.
My Mad[G]onna's undressin', her robes are all torn,
and I s[C]wear that she's callin' my na[G]me.
but for all her caresses, my senses are worn,
the f[Em]eelin' is gone, and sweet l[Am]ady, you just don't taste the s[G]ame.
it out yourself how to pick.
Y[G]our visions been blessed if I'm still fully dressed,
but [C]before you leave me, here's one last request,
Well [G]no I don't care, no I don't mind,
if you [Em]don't hear a word from this [Am]broke heart of mine.
But can I [G]borrow your [Em]face just to [Am]unload my mind,
[G]borrow your [Em]face just to [Am]unload my mind.
Well now I k[G]now I'm pathetic, I'm the sage of absurd,
but I w[C]on't violate you with touch but with words,
but there's [G]no need to ask, shut your mouth, raise a glass,
but the y[Em]outh that you drink to's alre[Am]ady the past.
And the b[G]oy on your [Em]arm girl, you k[Am]now he won't last,
the b[G]oy on your [Em]arm girl, you k[Am]now he won't last.
My Mado[G]nna's undressin', her robes are all torn,
and I s[C]wear that she's callin' my na[G]me.
but for all her caresses, my senses are worn,
the f[Em]eelin' is gone, and sweet l[Am]ady, you just don't taste the s[G]ame.
[G]And I'll drink just to drive, if my love don't arrive,
I don't w[C]anna survive, I don't wanna survive,
and a[G]ll that I know is, I smile just for show,
and [Em]nobody's listenin', but e[Am]veryone knows.
So just s[G]it back and w[Em]atch while my m[Am]emory corrodes,
s[G]it back and w[Em]atch, while my m[Am]emory corrodes.
And I c[G]urse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind,
'cause it's d[C]ark as a dungeon way down in my mind.
And I w[G]ake on the floor with my country at war,
and I w[Em]ish I could care but my l[Am]iver's too sore.
And if l[G]iquor's a l[Em]over, you k[Am]now I'm a whore,
if l[G]iquor's a l[Em]over, you k[Am]now I'm a whore.
My Mad[G]onna's undressin', her robes are all torn,
and I s[C]wear that she's callin' my na[G]me.
but for all her caresses, my senses are worn,
the f[Em]eelin' is gone, and sweet l[Am]ady, you just don't taste the s[G]ame.
