Phantom Limb

A                      D
Foals in winter coats
                    Bm
White girls of the North
G                D
File past; one, five, and one
              D
They are the fabled lambs
    E
Of Sunday ham
     Bm
The EHS norm

                 A                   D
And they could float above the grass
                  A
In circles if they tried
   G               D
A latent power I know they hide
              D
To keep some hope alive
        E
That a girl like I
      Bm
Could ever try
            A
Could ever try

   F#m       D                 E
So we just skirt the hallway sides
                F#m
A phantom and a fly
 F#         D
Follow the lines
                E
And wonder why
E
  There's no connection

   A                   D
A week of rolling eyes
                           Bm
And cheap shots from the tribe
           G                D
And we're off to Nemarca's porch again
        D
Another afternoon
        E
Of the goat-head tunes
     Bm
And pilfered booze
             A                      D
We wander through her Momma's house
                   A
The milk from the window lights
        G               D
Family portrait, circa '95
              D
This is that foreign land
             E
With the sprayed-on tans
       Bm
And it all feels fine
                A
Be it silk or slime

F#m            D              E
So, when they tap our Monday heads
                           F#m
Two zombies walk in our stead
F#               D                    E
This town seems hardly worth our time
     F#m       D                  E
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
                    F#m
Too far along in our crime
         F#             D                E
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
E
  With no connection

A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh, ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh, ohh

F#m            D              E
So, when they tap our Sunday heads
                         F#m
Two zombie walk in our stead
F#               D                     E
This town seems hardly worth our time
     F#m       D                  E
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
                    F#m
Too far along in our crime
         F#             D                E
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
E
  With no connection

A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh, ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh, ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh
A      D      E
Oh, oh-oh, oh-ohh, ohh

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