John Cale Tabs

Guts

Author:		John Cale
Album:		Slow Dazzle (1975)
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The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife
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   Did it quick and split
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   Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy
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And the twelve-bore that stood in the corner
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Quite operatic in its self disgust
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Blew him all over the living room floor
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Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot
 
Now suppose it was someone familiar
Someone we all would know
Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas?
Oh, familiar hyper belief
And there would go the secret plot
The piss had missed the hole in the pot
Like that ancient teenage dream
From soul to poison, soul to poison, soul
 
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Guts, guts, got no guts
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And stitches don't help at all
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Guts, guts, got no guts
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Holes in the body, holes in the legs
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Holes in the forehead, holes in the head
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Holes in the body, holes in the legs
             F
There should never be holes at all
             F
There should never be holes at all
 
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So, kill all you want, or more
Make sure, do it right
Dead is dead
And door nails forget
And then you'll notice
How the waster and the wasted
Get to look like one another
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end
In the end, in the end