TAB: CREATION OR A STAIN

 [Verse 1]

Em
I got a God in my head, tells me that I'm crazy
Em
Got a God in my head, says that I'm crazy
G
An angry little God punching all my scars
Em
Another little God, tells me that I'm lazy
G                               Em
A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now
Em
The smallest God there, thinks that I'm the greatest
G
Tells me no one else could be as good as me
Em
I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey of consequences
G
Little propagandist selling misery
Em
I built the tune and I got to get away
G
Assure me that I wouldn't do exactly beats the pain
Em
No one sees me down there and, no one's getting in
G
I got a needle pack of shackles, and a quart of country gin
Em
I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear
G                                                   Em
Is the one tells me those other people, don't let anybody near
Em           G
No don't let anybody near
G            Em
No don't let anybody near
Em            G
No don't let anybody near
 
 
[Verse 2]
Em
Oh now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down
G                             Em
The sea-birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around
Em
I have made myself a mai-tai, I have damned myself again
G                                  Em
I have eaten all my children, I've tightened up my skin
                           G
I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory
G
Consuming all that's left, of my mother's misery
Em
I'm sucking on Satan's tit, she's milking me her poison flow
G                                            Em
I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go
G
No there's no place left to go
Em
Oh no, no, no, there's no place left to go
G
No, no, no, there's no place left to go
Em
No, no, no, there's no place left to go
 
 
[Verse 3]
Em
Now I drink until the pain is dry, I know it never is
G
Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best
Em
Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt
G
Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built
Em
And throwing out all the love you know I never felt
G
Now, you know I never felt
Em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I never felt
G
Yeah, you know I never felt
 
 
[Verse 4]
Em
Let's make our torture grandiose, personal hell can be unique
G
You bring it on yourself, burn out when you might peak
Em
The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul
Em                                         G
If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control
Em
Your past is plagiarism, your symbols have dried up
G
Your corruption's as confused, as old lovers that you've dumped
Em
Like some hidden toxic fume, your soul dissipates
G
Into the ozone of guilty acts eroded, all the things you hate
Em
There's bodies dancing crazed, sexual heat
G
Praise the inner orgy the way starving people eat
Em
Regret weight overwhelms, at times bodies fall
G
Bankrupt from the beaten, let's split one more eight-ball
Em
Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding, tired eyes made of rust
G
And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust
Em
No, there's no one you can trust
G
No, no, there's no one you can trust
Em
No, no, there's no one you can trust
G
No, no, there's no one you can trust
 
 
[Verse 5]
Em
Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box, I wouldn't know
G
I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a ride
Em
We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations
G
And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging
Em
Like prisoners in conceit, we hurry through the cracks
G                                      Em
I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back
Em
The windows all explode, outside the noise pollution blooms
G
Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms
Em
I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen
G
Obsessed with tragic endings sounding now like Eric Clapton
Em
These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain
G
The euphoria of dying, toxins wrestle in my brain
Em
We've all been leaders of corruption, we've all been spiders on the wall
G
Waiting for a hand to smash us, or the bloom of light to fall
Em
Is this guilt of just self-hatred, only wild uncontained
G                                                 Em
Leaking from a broken soul, is this creation or a stain
Em                    G
Is this creation or a stain
G                     Em
Is this creation or a stain