The Hand That Held Me Down

O[D]h, the razor in your [G]apple, the affection of your gl[D]ove
The prison of your[Am] company, the snak[G]e oil of your[D] love
The heights to which you[G] drag me, just to hurl your [D]scorn
The trumpets play th[Am]e livelong day but th[G]ey blow so forl[D]orn

[Em]Did you hold the hand that held me d[D]own?
[Em]Did you laugh at my expens[D]e?
[Em]When there's rust upon your r[D]agged crown
[Em]Who will stand at your def[D]ense?

And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears
And you left by the morning with all that's left to steal
But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels
Did you kiss the hand that held me down?
Was your kindness just pretense?
When there's no-one left for you to clown
Who will stand at your defense?

But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down
You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound
And on the hills that held our childhood the flowers grow there still
You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will
Could you be the hand that held me down?
When I was sick with common sense
And now your statuettes are all torn down
There's no-one left for you to lean against

And ev[G]er since you epitaph was spat[D]tered on my wall
[Am]No-one comes to c[G]all
They can't[D] stand the stench
But I[G] still sing your praises every tim[D]e the curtain calls
[Am]The burden on me [G]falls
Yeah, [D]I alone stand at your defense

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