Buckets

[D] [A] [G] [A]

[D]                                                            [A]
Well I was sinkin into your veins.  I[G]’m a vessel without a sea.  You can sink me with
you satire, when
            [A]                                              [D]
you’re tryin to set me free.  [A]Well I can get ya with your hate.  I can get ya[G] with your
rules.  You can fix
me with your sentiment.  You can break me with your tr[A]uth.
        [D]                                  [A]
And I can br[G]ing you a bucket of shame.  To throw[A] your cares away.  All[D] messed up inside.
 And I might
          [A]                                          [G]
come back so[A]meday.  When we’re old and grey, I come back someday.

Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,
whatever floats your boat)

[D]We[A]ll[G] I[A] can curse you with a chord.  I can heal you when you bleed.  I can fill you with
my logic.  I can kill you with my greed.  And I can bring you a bucket of shame.  To
throw your cares away.  All messed up inside.  And I might come back someday.  When
we’re old an grey, I come back someday.

[D]                                                               [A]
You’re lies a[B]re a shelter from the endless rain,[E] on the endless road.  There is no
reason here, we’re all
[G]insane, we’re all inspired[A].

And I can bring you a bucket of shame.  To throw your cares away.  All messed up inside.
 And I might come back someday.  When we’re old an grey, I come back someday.

(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)