Wayne Szalinski - These Are The Layers Of Bandages

      D Bm x2
G A

       Bm                       F#m                 G
You’re looking at me now, and I didn't know what to say
Bm                         F#m           G
Medicine from the mouth is poison in the brain
Bm                    F#m                   G
Wet black streaks are scarring the side of your face
  Bm                    F#m                   G
I watch you undress and sleep in the mess you’ve made

Bm F#m G G x2

G          A        Bm   A
You'd look prettier dead
        G                          A                Bm    A
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
    G            A      Bm     A
You strain your lungs into the pillow
         G           A         Bm    A
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"

G A

    Bm                    F#m                      G
And after it is done, now I can see the stains on your teeth
        Bm                      F#m              G
And the sides of your face seem to lack all symmetry
    Bm                 F#m               G
But I will forgive and never forget, and I won’t deny my philosophy’s amiss
Bm                       F#m                       G
These words are poison delivered through the lips, stating it simply, "ignorance is bliss"

Bm F#m G G x2

G          A        Bm   A
You'd look prettier dead
        G                          A                Bm    A
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
    G            A      Bm     A
You strain your lungs into the pillow
         G           A         Bm    A
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"

G A
D Bm x4

G          A        Bm   A
You'd look prettier dead
        G                          A                Bm    A
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
    G            A      Bm     A
You strain your lungs into the pillow
         G           A         Bm    A
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"

G A