[Intro]
Bm
[Verse]
Bm
The great grey sky, flat and wide,
A
shivers above the heat
Bm A
And silver rain lays like razor blades into the wounded miles of wheat
G F#
And the road resists with the rubbery kiss of meat
Bm
A solitary tower, beaconed and boned,
A Bm
strobes red as the liquid wind blows like blood in a river,
A
and I turn to the driver, say, "This is a dead end road."
G F#
And the driver nods he knows.
G F#
But the muscle car never slows.
[Instrumental]
E E E E
Em Em
[Chorus]
Bm D
Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe
G F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
Bm D
Take a drink, steal a light in the stultifying night
G F#
Think of anything that could disguise your life...
Bm D
But don't dream of the girl with the golden hair,
G F# Bm
cause that dream is old, and there's nothing there for you.
[Verse]
Bm
A great black lie blacked the ride
A
and the devil stole your seat
Bm A
And all about outside were circumscribed signs of your imminent defeat
G F#
But the driver never speaks
Bm
Still you traverse that hide like a cursed pariah,
A
but who's the one who uttered the oath?
Bm A
You got your diatribe and your assorted messiahs, but what if you're deprived of both?
G F#
And your homely little hoax.
G F#
And your homely little hoax.
[Instrumental]
E E E E
Em Em
[Chorus]
Bm D
Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe
G F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
Bm D
Take a drink, steal a light in the nullifying night
G F#
Think of anything that could negate your life...
Bm D
But don't dream of the girl with the golden hair.
G F# Bm
'cause that dream is old, and there's nothing there for you...
[Bridge]
F#
Something rises by the side of the road
F#
beneath the sky's judging sty where your view explodes
G
to reveal the peeled head of a buzzard in your bed
F#
and it smiles at all your wiles with a lover's dread
G
and it's preaching to you with its clacking maw
F# G
that your provision of a service as a fodder for the fraud is like a tiny abyss,
F#
not what it appears, but all your artifice fits,
E
so if you can hear, hear me, hear me:
Em
You are nothing, like you should be
[Chorus]
Bm D
Sit down and soak in the rain and the woe
G F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
Bm D
Take a drink, steal a light in the nullyfying night
G F#
Think of anything that could disguise your life
Bm D
Sit down and soak and piss and moan
G F#
Stoke your fire in the mire of the dead end road
Bm D
Take a drink, steal a light in the sadistic night
G F#
Think of anything that could have saved your life...
[Outro]
Bm D
...but don't dream of the girl with the golden hair,
F# F# Bm
'cause that dream was sold so long ago by you...