Pagoda - Death To Birthadd

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

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