Satan and St. Paul
John FullbrightVersion1
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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 wont 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 wont 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