I hope this is finished.

6/8

fig1. Em - - - - Em/F# | G - - - - -| A - - - - -| G - - A - -

Raise a glass to the silhouette

All bloody on his rope

Underneath the redwood

He's losing air

But don't lose hope

Li dee di dee di

Swing from your rope

You hopeless martyrs

Li dee di dee di

Stoned and beaten

That's just for starters now

O, and how did he dance for us

Through misery and shame

How did he run, how did he sing

Through blight and torturous fame

Li dee di dee di

Stand on the cross

You hopeless martyrs

Li dee di dee di

Swing your firsts

Swing a little bit harder now

Now

Now

Now

fig2. C - - Am - - | C - - Am - - | Em - - - - - | Am - - - - -

Now don't lose hope

I'm sure they'll let you down

It's not alright to cry

It's even worse to die up there you know

Don't you know?

fig.1

Li dee di dee di

Swing from your rope

You hopeless martyrs

Li dee di dee di

Stoned and beaten

That's just for starters now

Follow ME, you little white fucker.

Having a string of rotten luck
An injured rabbit aroused my ire
So I broke both his rabbit feet
And strung them up on a piece of wire

Oh yeah?

Yeah, brevity is wit

So what?

Is prolixity vulgarity?

I'll drink you under the table

And overleaf

Across the page

As long as I'm able

Yeah.

1: Hey, where's Nick?
2: I don't know, I think he went out, but he didn't say anything, I dunno.

1: Did he do what I asked him to?

2: No, I did it after he left.

1: I asked him five fucking times to do it before he left!

2: He got up at four in the afternoon and said he had to go in a minute.

1: What a dick.

2. ikr?

OH LOOK, IT'S EVERY CONVERSATION THAT TAKES PLACE IN THIS HOUSE.

Lipstick

You can put lipstick on a pig

It's really easy too, y'know

Dress it up and give it a name

Give it something to hide underneath

Better yet

Hide it under something tame

Call it what it's not

A spade's not a spade

When all the trees come calling out

And kingdoms fall to serpent hordes

Even then when not a cell

Is there to ring the steeple bell

Thunderous and grey the skies will fall

Along with the clouds in scores and scores

Your lipstick pig will tidy up and say:

"I'm no Godiva for you, y'know

You'll not forget yourself and the world

Peeping Tumnus, get out of the cupboard

And look at yourself and look at what you made

My make-up's gone and I'm still me

I'm still a pig for all to see"

And crickets will be your only company

You can put lipstick on a pig

But it's best to call a spade a spade

Despite how easy it can be

It's still a pig for all to see

Wank words.

People claim

The words I use

Are just to big

But they're just words

Not a drop

Of the words I think

Escape my mouth

That's just absurd

Out they go

There goes the first

How 'bout a second?

Never mind the third

Words in line

Make you recoil

Don't forget

That they're just words

And all the same

I must enthuse

And take my pick

Picking words I like to say

Can never stop

And link by link

Words north and south

Of the lamp-lit way

Fly forth and flow

Slake my thirst

Keep them fecund

Hopefully they'll stay

These words of mine

Over which I toil

Over which I fret

The words I like to say

But they're just words