Am G F# | | | F | | | Am G F# | | | F | \rightrepeat
Am | F | ||
My | ver | ses stand gawping a | bit, |
C | ||
I never get used to | this, | they lived here long enough. |
Am | |
E-no | ugh! |
F | |
I send them out of the | house, |
C | ||
I don’t wanna | wait | until their toes are cold. |
Am | |
E-no | ugh! |
F | C | ||
I wanna hear | the | humming of the | sun |
or | that | of my heart, hardening. |
Am | |
E-no | ugh! |
F | ||
They don’t screw classically, | they | babble commonly |
C | |
and bluster nobly. |
Am | |
E-nough! Eno | ugh! |
Am | F | ||
In | winter their | lips | leap. |
C | G | ||
In spring they lie | flat | at the first warmth. |
Am | F | ||
They ruin my | sum | mer |
C | G | ||
and | in autumn it’s | girls | and a broken heart. |
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Am | F | ||
For an | other | twelve lines on this | sheet |
C | |
I’ll hold my hand over their | head |
and then I’ll kick them out. |
Am | |
E-no | ugh! |
F | |
Go and pester else | where, |
C | ||
one-cent rhymes, | find somebody who cares. |
Am | |
E-no | ugh! |
F | |
Go now on your high | feet. |
C | |
This is where the graves | laugh |
when they see their guests. |
Am | |
E-no | ugh! |
F | |
One corpse on top of the | other. |
C | ||
Go now and stagger to | her | whom I do not know. |
Am | |
E-nough! Eno | ugh! |
Am G F# | | | F | | | Am G F# | | | F | \rightrepeat
Am F | | | C C | | | Am F | | | C C | \rightrepeat
Am G F# | | | F | | | Am G F# | | | F | \rightrepeat