These Few Presidents

(Sorry the chord changes don't line up with the words properly. Just change

chords when it feels like you should.)

--CAPO 1--

Intro Bassline:

Verse 1:

At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas

You pray to nothing out loud

Two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel

You're a beautiful and violent work with the skinny neck of a Chinese bird

in a fading ancient painting.

And if you're in heaven waiting you made it there fighting

the tightest kite string in a bad storm with lightning.

Chorus:

And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket

can persuade no god to let me let you talk.

And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket

can persuade no god to let me let you off.

Even though I haven't seen you in years

yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere.

Verse 2:

I thought I had a pebble in my sock

I pulled it off and shook out a wasp

It stumbled out lost and without a pause

unstung as I was, still I stomped it.

I thought "There is no paved street worthy

of your perfect Scandinavian feet."

My crooked chinese fingers groped

the machinery of your throat.

Repeat Chorus, end on "anywhere."