Chords for Joseph Arthur - I Miss The Zoo (OFFICIAL) off The Ballad of Boogie Christ out NOW!

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_ _ _ [F] miss the drunk, I miss the fiend [C] I miss the simplicity of addiction in the
[F] scene I miss wandering aimlessly in half [C]-dead
sewers with rights for eyes Chewing on [F] forgiveness and the will to apologize
I miss the [C] return of no returners, the burning avalanches
of white [G] snow and yellow cocaine I miss talking to brick walls while following
the grain And [F] human dolls as I plagiarize myself like
a [C] dummy Stuffed with counterfeit money for Cairo and
black [F] honey I miss illusions begging to be [C] chased even
as they disappear into me [F] erased Till there is no one or nothing but the [C] chase
And a powdery ghost with no face or face [G] And the woman of my dreams disappearing without
_ grace I [F] miss the zoo, _ _ [C] _
_ I [F] miss the zoo, _ _ [C] _
_ I [F] miss the
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_ _ [F] I miss evolving into a cloud of blue marijuana
[C] Blown from the lips of hookers and pimps As they [F] shake each other down in the alleys
for the damned but [C] mighty No one but the weak around and the beautiful
[F] unsightly I miss numb Neanderthals [C] marching in rows of
living dead From my wisdom [G] teeth to Spain and back again
in my head I miss salvation and syringes and angels
and mercy [F] and balloons of smoke Numbing rain with drinks when thirsty
[C] I miss glasses full of spirits who without tongues [F] speak to me in Napoleon's wild nights
I [C] miss staying up for days and becoming a psychic [F] pretzel flying kites
Chewed on basil, [C] heading with toads to Mars A mysterious [G] prison and one without bars _
It's those kind of bars
I [F] miss the zoo, _ _ [C] _
_ I [F] miss the zoo, _ _ [C] _
_ I [F] miss the zoo
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_ _ [F] miss waking in the arms of strangers like [C] puppies just born in the pound
To a dead mother with eyes sealed [F] shut Looking for a tit to suck and other [C] dangers
When the night before laughter was our [F] only pursuit
Even as knives carved up by [C] bats and demons sat like Buddhas eating fruit
[G] Meditating on hate forever in our minds I miss exposing even my bones in need to [F] rewind
Even my burning home, even my [C] gutted inner child
Even my dead [F] grandfather beneath the ground that's wild
Even my [C] criminal family, even my weed-whacker thoughts
[F] Ripping a thin plastic string to cut the ears off others [C] as I sing
I miss Van Gogh's [G] revenge, I miss his nightly binge
I miss spiders surrounding my bed and licking me as if an epitee
[F] A dead king, a prophet of doom, a [C] Jesus for the apocalypse
Running dirt like perfume, [F] or a mother for Satan
Or a ghost [C] for all the children of abuse
Take me into the fire, watch me [F] burn like a goose
As they sing [C] in spider voices, there goes creation, [G] there goes the moon
There goes the butterfly wanting a cocoon, I miss being a plume
Waking [F] up too soon in the afternoon, a docker of [C] regret
Hanging on to guitar strings in tune, [F] and hanging by a belt
Wrapped around some [C] pipes and nowhere in felt
My lips too wrapped [F] around what appears to be stained glass
As [C] religious niggers dressed like rocks with class
Burning the [G] gas at the center of my brain
The euphoria of dying and being born all at once
While wearing a hat [F] that needs stunts
I miss [C] the zoo, _ I [F] miss the zoo
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