Suck The Blood From My Wound by Ezra Furman
Key: EE | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
E B A F#
E B A F#
Verse 1
E                         A
I woke up bleeding in the crotch of a tree
E                 A
TV blaring on the wall above the coffee machine
E                     A
Car wash waiting room outside Pasadena
A                   B
I'm sitting waiting for my deus ex machina
        E                       A
And I'm forever changed by this chemical burn
E                           A
Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form
E                             A
I grip the steering wheel and picture my angel
A                         B
Climbing out the hospital window
Leaving tubes in a tangle
E B A F#
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Verse 2
E                               A
Blood on my angel's lips blends in with his makeup
E                       A
He's off the premises before his brain's had time to wake up
E                       A
Peeling off bandages to unfold his wings
E                               A
The doctors said they'd have to stay on for another three weeks
E                     A
Fuck it baby, let 'em bruise, let 'em break
    A              B
But bleed, let 'em bleed
[Drum Break]
N.C.
Verse 3
    E                 B      A            F#
And I'm doing ninety, gotta get there and hold him
E                  B         A               F#
If we can make it across the state line then baby, we're golden
E           B             A      F#
Let the law pronounce its petty assertions
A                            B
They've been outsmarted by a couple of urchins
         F#m
And they hurt you bad, man
G#m
They hurt me too
A                                 B
But I'm not about to sit here and watch as they
Chorus
                       E     B
Suck the blood from my wound
A             F#            E     B
They suck the blood from my wound
A        F#            E
Suck the blood from my wound
A        F#            E     B
Suck the blood from my wound
[Post-Chorus
E
Ohh man
Verse 4
E                           A
Wrap half the money in your hospital garment
E                               A
We'll stash the rest inside the red Camaro's secret compartment
E                            A
Even the deepest wounds will heal over time
E                        A
I'll run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine
E                           A
They'll never find us if we turn off our phones
E                                 A
We're off the grid, we're off our meds we're finally out on our own
E                      A
Now I see color coming back in your cheeks
A                          B                            E      B A
Angel, don't fight it, to them you know we'll always be freaks
              F#        E      B A
To them we'll always be freaks
      F#
We'll always
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Verse 5]
E                            A
Park for the night northwest of Baton Rouge
E                             A
Across the parking lot you're stretching the one wing you can move
E                         A
I let you walk as long as fear will allow
A                         B
I've never loved you more than I love you now
               E                           A
And then we're back on the road before the sun's even up
E                               A
We're making time, we're making progress but progress towards what?
E                            A
Your fallen feathers fill up two shopping bags
A                           B
The future's breathing down the neck of the past
        F#m                      G#m
And the sun throws a shit-eating shine on the moon
        A                             B
And I'm not about to wait for them to come
Chorus
                       E
Suck the blood from my wound
N.C.
Suck the blood from my wound
N.C.                   E     B
Suck the blood from my wound
A        F#            E     B A F#
Suck the blood from my wound
E B A F#
Outro
N.C.
A plague on both your houses
N.C.
A plague on both your houses