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Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson - More Than A Mess chords
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MBAR - More than a mess G Am C all over sometimes just Am for the ooohooh Scene 1: Angeline walks out She's got a handful of lives She's rolling the dice Just 22 years old Guns got her blue And a bullet falls out Starts crawling about She gets down She gets rid of the gifts She won't live She refuses to live Cannot forgive Though it fell like a tack Spite the loss that she lacked And dead upon her back Can't get that back Scene 4 starts with the slam of a door Focus on down Bloody cars keys in hand Behind him the gray morning lights fuse as the the room containing the bodies of six dead ex-users And Dan wishes they'd been choosers Wouldn't of had to make them life's losers Oh this kid he's knows he's mis-measured But he thinks his mistake may be a treasure Feels near feels clear feels nearer than near At least more than over here with all the goddamn living Who think that grieving is a given They're doing a party across town right now Miss Angeline but he's got some misgivings Cause if he goes down to hang around with all those cheap clueless clowns his head hung with this heavy crown You can be sure as shit Oh something shall go down It's not the things that they want It's not the things that they need It's the weird guy glance that you've known your whole life They ask you 'bout How much did it bleed Dan says this as he leaves: "with that dress drunk and full of distress She was more than a mess to me She cant stand all the blood on my hands She is more than a mess to me" Ohhhohhhhh [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/m/miles-benjamin-anthony-robinson/308199.html ] Scene 68 in a house full of snakes Phony so fucking false All their skin falls in flakes Toasted by some well dressed designers We met back in scene 11 They barely escaped with their lives at the end of scene 57 by ducking soon That black banged 20 time tattooed young boomerang with nine wandering nothing Out of their parents houses Out and opened their mouths off of all kinds of somethings Say they've all stopped their whining As they circle I say Oh except Franny in the corner with her arms around her knees Shes wishing for dead Oh this tall kids whisper likes tress On bodies the prey I got nervous breath Oh my ride just left Got no choice but to stay I found me feeling sick Throat filled with dread I took a trip with a guy The kind you could drag behind you for a mile oh and then thank you for the ride It takes a stray of hands Oh to prove they're not playing But you answer Every display You're trying to say It's pretty late Oh it's late man With that dress drunk and full of distress She was more than a mess to me She can't stand all the blood on my hands She is more than a mess to me Let it be let it be let it be let it be Final scene conscience clean Dan walks into the house to pull Angeline out Walks in the backroom wraps the bullet up in a blanket Kisses Angeline on the mouth Oh give me a break Says some chump chewing a snake This did not dilute Dan's disgust And he beat him to dust Making escape with a cigarette dangling from some drooling fools lips That jerk tripped down on the carpet shielded up like a torch tip and the flames roses were split That was right Me oh throwing the phone out to die Dan tipped me off with a wink of his eye So I stood as the only bystander by The flames rose high and the dead did die And they all screamed loudly All screaming now Man the kid's mastered supporting the crash Floating a river of plastic streamed all across the grass Flooded the valley covered everything around Cooled off and froze solid deep downtown It smells slightly of skin And their tears turned to ground And they made some mighty fine monument Oh in contradiction town As I breathe in the fumes And I stare at the sky Just sit right on down Oh I always laugh stupid guy He told me a while Hey Ohhhohhh But that bullet still breathes I hope that bullet still breathes With that dress drunk and full of distress She was more than a mess to me She cant stand all the blood on my hands More than the rest to me We all go home We all go home One of these days 
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