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Satan and St. Paul

John Fullbright
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D-DU-UDU
Don't  tell me that you love me
 I've got nothing  left in turn
 Except this empty  bag of promises
 And second  degree burns
 On the tips  of my fingers
 From touching  certain fruit
 That I never  should have touched  in the first  place
 Well the sky's raining fire
 But I think I'll go to bed
 Because there aint much you can do
 When it burns down on your head
 Except pray and beg for mercy
 From this hell that you created
 On the corner of Satan and St. Paul
And  my cup  it runneth over
And  it runs  down in my eyes
Maybe  when  I'm a little older
I  won’t tell myself so many lies
 Well it took me twenty years
 Just to find myself a pen
 For to write down all the words
 Just to scratch them out again
 I could use another twenty years
 To fix the last fifteen
 But it never seems to work to my advantage
 Now I'm walking here on rusted nails
 With broken wings and battered sails
 I told you that I'm leaving
 But I'm probably telling lies
 If only I could make it out
 To Denver, Colorado
 I'd book it out of Satan and St. Paul

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Readable chord sheet for Satan and St. Paul by John Fullbright

[Em] [Gadd6] [Am] [C]
[Em] [Gadd6] [Am] [B7] [Em]

[Em]Don't tell me that you love me
I've got [Gadd6]nothing left in turn
Except this [Am]empty bag of promises
And [C]second degree burns
On the [Em]tips of my fingers
From [Gadd6]touching certain fruit
That I [Am]never should have [B7]touched in the [Em]first place

Well the sky's raining fire
But I think I'll go to bed
Because there aint much you can do
When it burns down on your head
Except pray and beg for mercy
From this hell that you created
On the corner of Satan and St. Paul

[Am]And my [Amadd9]cup it runneth over [Em]
[Am]And it [Amadd9]runs down in my eyes[Em]
[Am]Maybe when[Amadd9] I'm a little older[Em]
[Am]I won’t tell myself so many lies[B7]

Well it took me twenty years
Just to find myself a pen
For to write down all the words
Just to scratch them out again
I could use another twenty years
To fix the last fifteen
But it never seems to work to my advantage

Now I'm walking here on rusted nails
With broken wings and battered sails
I told you that I'm leaving
But I'm probably telling lies
If only I could make it out
To Denver, Colorado
I'd book it out of Satan and St. Paul