E A
I have no fingertips
F# B A G
I burned 'em off from too many stove trips
E A
Can't find no fingernails
F# B A G
I ate 'em off cause I was hungry as hell
(continue rhytm in same way, listen to the record to get it just
fine and dandy)
Can't read can't clear my mind
So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime, lifetime,
lifetime
I think I'm gonna build a fence
to keep inside what little sense
the sense of taste
the sense of smell
the sense to sit here and feel like hell, hell, hell
Feel like hell.....
(slow down on this next part)
The Sun, the moon, the stars
is that what you a thinking that you are
As I'll disintegrate over time
If I expect my body to keep up with my mind
If I expect my body to try to keep up with my mind
but today everythings mine
today everything's mine
today everything's mine
