Lyrics from Salt Lake City liner notes Music: Scott Holcomb (lgtsotr@earthlink.net) x3 |----------------------------------| |-------------------7--------------| |.--7-7----7-7----9---9-7----7----.| |.--9---9--8---8-----------9---9--.| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| B |--------------------------------| |--------------------------------| |---7-7----7-7----7-7----7-7-----| |---9---9--8---8--7---7--6---6---| |--------------------------------| |--------------------------------| G B Savoring the moments you finally get alone, A Locked up in the bathroom shaving legs down to the bone. E B Your artistry leaves me breathless. B Fifty silver staples running up and down each arm. A Whatever keeps you focused, keeps you out of harm E B I understand, you get restless G A Mornings like these hey, we all get bored G A You keep on telling me that's what friends are for B Moving like a reptile, war paint on your chest. A Things that get you off stink and make a mess. E But you really ought to see your bright eyes. B When they sparkle just like diamonds and pearls B (with Main Riff) Hey, you're on my machine again G You holler at me again B You say I'm missing the fun B (with Main Riff) Hey, they turned off the fridge again G Bandaged your wrists again With a stapling.... F# G When I think about you D A I think skin as soft as butter F# G Like a warrior child from Africa D A You're fending off the others D A And you love it when they run G From your staple gun Jam over B A E B Swabbing out the fluids, mixing up the muds. A It's hard to keep a hard-on covered with your blood. E B It's time to get committed and the cameras are rolling G A Mornings like these hey, we all get bored. G A You keep on telling me that's what love is for. B (with Main Riff) Hey, you're on my machine again G You holler at me again B You say I'm missing the fun B (with Main Riff) Hey, they turned off the fridge again G Bandaged your wrists again With a stapling.... F# G When I think about you D A I think skin as soft as butter F# G Like a warrior child from Africa D A You're fending off the others F# G When I think about you D A I think skin as soft as butter F# G Like a warrior child from Africa D A You're fending off the others F# G When I think about you D A I think skin as soft as butter F# G Like a warrior child from Africa D A You're fending off the others D A And you love it when they run G From your staple gun Main Riff