At The Drive In - Invalid Litter Dept. Chords

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Introvenius and polite, it was a wonky talk he did not to pin down,
As her shoes gripped the dirt floor, and the silhouette of dying.
[Bm] Dancing on the corpse's [D] ashes.
Yeah, they had plans for him, but he had spun the last of the pimps,
Polyester satin nailed jewelry lips, while the guillotine just laughed again.
[Bm] Dancing on the corpse's [D] ashes.
And the paramedics fell into the wound, like a rehired scab at a bare-headed plant,
An anesthetic penance beneath a hail of contraband.
[Bm] _ Dancing on the [D] corpse's ashes.
One way nap, broke and fell, [G] and threw the wishin' well, wishin' well, [A] wishin' well, hell.
[D] One way nap, broke and fell, [G] and wishin' well, [F#] wishin' well, wishin' well, [Bm] hell. _ _ _
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_ [D] They had defected and been excommunicated, and all the pulses were subverted,
And they made sure that the obituary showed pictures of [Bm] smokestacks.
Dancing on the corpse's [D] ashes.
A vivid dissection that marked the strut of vivisection,
A semi-automatic colony, and a silencing that still walks the streets.
[Bm] Dancing on [Em] the corpse's [D] ashes.
When the company of wolves was a stretcher made of cobblestone curfews,
And the feathered owlers performed their custodial customs quite well.
[Bm] Dancing on the [D] corpse's ashes.
One way nap, broke and fell, and threw [G] the wishin' well, [F#] wishin' well, wishin' well, hell.
[D] One way nap, broke and fell, [G] and threw the wishin' well, wishin' well, [A] wishin' well, hell.
[D] One way nap, broke and fell, and threw [G] the wishin' well, wishin' well, [A] wishin' well, hell.
[D] _ One way nap, _ [G] broke and fell, and threw the wishin' well, wishin' well, wishin' well, [Bm] hell.
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down,
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying.
[Bm] Dancing on the [D] corpse's ashes.
Well yeah, they had plans for him, they had spun the last of the pimps.
Polyester satin nailed to it a lips while the guillotine just slapped [Bm] again.
Dancing on the corpse's [D] ashes.
And the paramedics had fallen into the womb like a rehired scab in a barehanded plant,
And had aesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband.
[Bm] _ Dancing on [Em] the corpse's [D] ashes. _
One way nap, broke and fell, and [G] threw the wishin' well, wishin' well, wishin' well, [D] hell.
One way nap, broke and fell, [G] and threw the wishin' well, wishin' well, [A] wishin' well, hell.
[D] One way nap, broke and fell, and [G] threw the wishin' well, wishin' well, wishin' well, [D] hell. _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ Dancing on the corpse's ashes.
Dancing on the corpse's ashes.
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_ _ [B] _ _ Skeletons, milk and [G] trouble, endless nap make my throat, [E] skillz, _ [G] _
skillz.
_ _ _ [B] _ Skeletons, milk [G] and trouble, endless nap make my throat, [E] _
skillz, _ [G] _ skillz.
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