E Is For Estranged

[Em]Boys run like [Bm]water from the [G]barrel to the trou[Fm]gh.
[Fm]They'll never stop their running.
[Bm]Gunning for their [G]brothers.    [Bm]         [G]
[Em]This house is a [Bm]hostel.
[G]It is peaceful, but it's [Fm]always emptying.
[Bm]Boys all want to [G]be someone. [Bm]     [G]

[Bm]Haven't you [Em]heard? I am a [G]flightless b[Fm]ird.
[Fm]I am a liar, [Bm]feeding facts to[G] a false fire. [Bm]       [G]
[Bm]If pathos is [Em]borne, borne out of [G]bulls[Fm]hit--in formal attire,
[Bm]I'll score you [G]a string ensemble. [Bm]      [G]

[Bm]  [Em]  [G]  [Fm]  [Bm]  [G]  [Bm]  [G]

[Em]I saw my son at sevent[Bm]een,
Th[G]e shutters made projec[Fm]tions on his naked frame.  [Bm]     [G]       [Bm]           [G]
[Em]Now at twenty-[Bm]five,
He si[G]mply cannot stay a[Fm]way from the ketamine.      [Bm]           [G]              [Bm]                  [G]
[Em]With makeup on his [Bm]sores,
He sp[G]ends an hour a [Fm]day composing little eulogies. [Bm]     [G]        [Bm]            [G]
[Em]Sometimes he sends me letters,     [Bm]
But it's mo[G]stly garbled [Fm]phrases and apologies.      [Bm]          [G]             [Bm]                [G]

[Bm]Haven't you [Em]heard? I am a [G]flightless b[Fm]ird.
[Fm]I am a liar, f[Bm]eeding facts to [G]a false fire.  [Bm]        [G]
[Bm]If pathos is bo[Em]rne, borne out of [G]bulls[Fm]hit--in formal attire,
[Bm]Cue the Bulgarian men's c[G]hoir.   [Bm]       [G]