| 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. |
| Am G F# | | | F | | | Am G F# | | | F | \rightrepeat
| 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