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By Torpedo Or Crohns

W.H.Y.
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
sleeping  late i hear the sad horns
 of labor truck sigh
 my neighbor walks by
 high heels  click dry
 like half a proud horse downbrook
 i hear somebody's babbling i mistook
 for a cavalry  whispering victory
 to the sparks in their kindling
 but but all their green wood's wet and unmet
 as of yet by the gases of flame
 pressing again the pending physics
 of my passed down last name
living  in the tear between two spaces condemned
 in one of the many places
 you're not i am
hiding  from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town
 to write this tune down.
dun  dun  dun  etc
 (it just doesn't stop)
today  after lunch, i got sick and blew chunks
 all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods
 this is a new  kind of blues, and what about losing
 limb or loved one in a duel, dissatisfies you or seems just
 as a kid i did not shit my pants much,
 why start now with this stuff
 and man i do not bluff
 second caller  gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer
 kisses or stitches, no mitt for these pitches
 liggity lone  pone one, master of the cheap pun,
 if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone
 but i'd  be okay cool as a rail
 if they'd just let us have health food in hell
dun  dun  etc  it just doesnt stop
 good heavens, background  radiation
 and the black arts of waiting
 not the same since i
 switched my hair part and started shaving
 got hexed  my hidden hair gone corners
 oh i'll never be a joiner
 life long local foreigner i
 raw lung  homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir
 second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser
 yeah i'll  be proudly mouthing watermelon every song
 i put the phone to my ear
 but all's i hears a dial tone
 will they map  my skull and wrap my bones
 when my wig is gone, hmmm?
 i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns
 only those evil  live to see
 their own likeness in stone
dun  dun,  etc,  it just doesnt stop
 i cant decide
 while i'm alive  i'll feel alive
 and what's next
 i guess i'll know when i've gotten there
 well i'm alive,  i'll feel alive
 and what's next
 i guess i'll know when i've gotten there
 end on F

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Readable chord sheet for By Torpedo Or Crohns by W.H.Y.

[F]sleeping late i hear the sad horns

of labor truck sigh

my neighbor walks by
high [Am]heels click dry

like half a proud horse downbrook

i hear somebody's babbling i mistook
for a [F]cavalry whispering victory

to the sparks in their kindling
but but all their green wood's wet and un[Am]met

as of yet by the gases of flame

pressing again the pending physics

of my passed down last name
[Bb]living in the tear between two spaces condemned

in one of the many places

you're not i am
[Dm]hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town

to write this tune down.

[F]dun[Am] dun[Bb] dun[Dm] etc
(it just doesn't stop)

[F]today after lunch, i got sick and blew chunks

all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods
this is a [Am]new kind of blues, and what about losing
limb or loved one in a duel, dissatisfies you or seems [Bb]just

as a kid i did not shit my pants much,

why start now with this stuff

and man i do not bluff
second [F]caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer

kisses or stitches, no mitt for these pitches
liggity [Bb]lone pone one, master of the cheap pun,

if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone
but [Dm]i'd be okay cool as a rail

if they'd just let us have health food in hell

[F]dun[Am] dun[Bb] etc[Dm] it just doesnt stop

good heavens, bac[F]kground radiation

and the black arts of waiting

not the same since i

switched my hair part and started shaving
got [Am]hexed my hidden hair gone corners

oh i'll never be a joiner

life long local foreigner i
raw [Bb]lung homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir

second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser
yeah [F]i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song

i put the phone to my ear

but all's i hears a dial tone
will they [Bb]map my skull and wrap my bones

when my wig is gone, hmmm?

i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns
only those [Dm]evil live to see

their own likeness in stone

[F]dun[Am] dun[Bb], et[Dm]c, it just doesnt stop

i cant decide
while i'm a[F]live i'll feel alive
and what's next[Am]

i guess i'll know when i've gotten there
well i'm [Bb]alive, i'll feel alive
and what's next[Dm]

i guess i'll know when i've gotten there

end on F

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