These Few Presidents Chords by Why

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_ [Ab] At your house, the [Eb] smell of our still living human bodies [Db] in a mink ass and you pray to
nothing out loud.
[Ab] Two first [Fm] names and an amphora [Db] sand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel.
[Ab] You're a beautiful and [Eb] violent worm, [Db] the skinny [Eb] neck of a chiny [Ab] bird in a fading [Eb] ancient painting.
[F] And if [Ab] you're in [Db] heaven waiting, you [Ab] made it there fighting the [Eb] tightest kite string
in a [Db] bad storm with lightning.
[Eb] And [F] now these [Ab] few residents [Db] frowning [F] _ [Db] can [C] persuade [Eb] no god [Db] to let [Cm] me let [Eb] you off.
[F] Oh, these [Ab] few [Db] residents frowning [F] _ [Db] can [Cm] persuade [Eb] no god [Db] to let [Cm] me let [Eb] you off.
_ [Ab] Even though I [Eb] haven't seen you in [Db] years, yours is a funeral [Eb] I'd fly [Fm] to from anywhere.
_ [Eb] _
[Db] _ _ _ [Ab] I thought I [Eb] had a petal in my [Fm] sock.
I [Db] pulled it off and shook out [Ab] a wasp.
It stumbled, I lost, [Eb] and without a [Fm] fuss, unstung as I [Db] was, still I stomped [Fm] it.
I thought there is [Db] no pastry worthy [Fm] of your perfect [Db] Scandinavian feet.
[Fm] Wah, wah, wah, rockabilly [Db] Chinese fingers [Fm] grow.
The [Db] machinery of your throat is all of your.
[Eb] _ [F] And now these [Ab] few residents [Db] frowning [F] in my park [Db]
[C] can [Eb] persuade no god [Db] to [Cm] let me [Eb] let you
off.
[F] And now these [Ab] few [Db] residents frowning in [F] my park [Db] can [C] persuade [Eb] no god [Db] to [Cm] let me let [Eb] you off.
[Ab]
Even though [Eb] I haven't seen you in [Db] years, yours is a [Eb] funeral I'd fly [Fm] to from anywhere.
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