Goodnight, Socialite The Brobecks
Intro: Am
In the darkest corner of the h[Am]ouse...
I found her body there
cold and s[E]tiff
spine in a [Am]twist
she left a note[F]
it read like [F]so[E]:
My Dearest o[E]ne...
heres what you've d[Am]one..
Ive got your k[F]nife inside my back
Ive got your r[Am]ope around my neck
I feel the po[G]ison in my veins
corrode and e[Am]at away my brains
Ive told you f[F]ifteen dozen times.
And thats one [Am]hundred-eighty times
If I cant h[G]ave you
then no one [Am]can.
[Am]..She was an honest girl (Never told a lie.)
[Am]Raised with the finest things (Far too rich to die.)
A silver s[G]poon
Gold diamond [Am]rings
And her sainted [F]mother
the bene[Am]factor
of the inh[G]eritance that i was [Am]after
shes got a [F]feeling that ill get [Am]even and
if i cant [G]have you
then no one [Am]can.
Ive got your [F]knife inside my back
Ive got your [Am]rope around my neck
I feel the p[G]oison in my veins
corrode and [Am]eat away my brains
Ive told you [F]fifteen dozen times.
And thats one [Am]hundred-eighty times
If I cant [G]have you
then no one [Am]can.
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