The Hollows

sounds better if your gitbox is tuned to drop D . C : most the song is : Dm A# Gm Dm as i lay me down to fall asleep with my demons dying and my pilot light weak , i curse the last six months i’ve been hiding behind a mustache , yeah . and to those last 10 years i’ve been howling a paper moon . well fxxk you . this goes out to all my underdone and undertongued , long longed frontment . ( this is what the ghost of someone’s dad says ) and all us earth growths , some planted , and some pulled shut up and put your money where your mouth is . ) you shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin , an empty oyster shell , and celebrate the hollows . this goes out to dirty dancing , cursing , back masking , back slitting pastor’s kids . ( from behind bars its not so hard to see he’s risen . ) and all us earth growths , some planted , and some pulled . nobody finds god and then goes to prison . ) this next part is : Gm A# Dm Gm Gm A# in berlin i saw two men fxxk Dm Gm in the dark corner of a basketball court . Dm just a slight jingle Gm of pocket change pulsing . Gm A# in the tourist park i lost 50 euros Dm Gm to a guy with the walnut shells and the marble . Dm it really pissed me off Gm so eww , i thought i’d go Dm back to get my money , Gm but all my homies warned me , Dm "oh no , those gypsies probably Gm got knives . " then strum A D note a couple of times if its dropped it sounds the best this goes out to all my under brewed , double duped , two time truthfuls . ( stop thinking a phone call or text is too complicated . ) and all us earth growths , some planted , ( like a married uncle at a family function . ) and some pulled . i got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths . now tell me what should i do? my god , the clock’s always stuck tellin’ 11 : 11 , at 3 : 32 . this goes out to all to my under done , under tongued blung wunged frontmen . and all us earth growths , some planted , and some pulled this goes out to my under tongued , over done , long longed frontmen . ( this is what the ghost of someone’s dad says . ) and all us earth growths doin’ the croak like it ain’t no joke . in a crowded room projected debonair aloof impermanance he shrouded loosely in a heavy air of indeterminates .