Pagoda - Death To Birthadd

Am          E
From ripe, to green
F        G
Too real, too late
Am                 E
Should I lie down, or stand up
F       G
Or walk around again?
Am                   E
My eyes finally right opened out
F             G
My eyes finally right opened shut
Am                     E
To find my fount of sound
F                  G
That Ears the touch of my tears
Am                 E
Smell the taste of all we waste
F        G
Could feed the others
Am                  E
But we smother each other with the nettle
    F        G
And Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather
Am                          E
It blows through our trees, swims through our sees
F                     G
Flies to the last gasp left on this earth,
Am          E          F    G
Oh       ohoh          oh-oh         oh

Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to    ...birth
Am                  E
Should I die again? Should I die around?
F      G
The pounds of matter willing to space
Am                  E  F  G
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
Am          E
With my own cold dead face
F       G
Oh With my own wooden case
Am        E
You with me la la ohohoh
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Am     E           F     G
It's a long lonely journey from death to  ...birth