Dm                                                 C     Bb
  The sun bent down and spoke with the last of the lips
Dm                                     C     Bb
  They spoke of hell and things they'd never miss

[Bridge]
Dm
  Bridge shelter and the cold creek bed
     C             Bb
That breaks backs and leads eyes down
Dm
  Faces drag against the dirt
    C                  Bb
And ears living in that muddy sound
          Dm
Where the white whales roll just once a year
        C                             Bb
And the arm feeds the hatchet with an African appetite
Dm
Matched machetes sparkle shine
    C                      Bb          A    
And shape that small-scale guillotine

[Chorus]
          Dm                      C        Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes
           Dm                      C       Bb
With those blackened mule faces outside my door
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

| Dm    | %    | Dm   | %     |
  Oohhhh         Oohhhh 

[Verse]
    Dm
The club met the seal and the seal met the dog
     C                      Bb
That carried the man to the end of the trail
         Dm
Where they walked down the streets
C                    Bb
Pavement (was) black beneath their feet
Dm
I (have been)
  C                                Bb
having a little trouble with these black glass lungs
Dm
And  I'm
C                           Bb                 A  
dealing with the man with the gold tooth grin

[Chorus]
          Dm                      C        Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes
           Dm                      C       Bb
With those blackened mule faces outside my door
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

| Dm    | %   | Dm   | %    |
  Oohhhh        Oohhhh 

[Instrumental]
| Dm | %  | %  | A |
| A  | Dm | Gm | % |
| Dm | %  | %  | A |
| A  | Dm | Gm | % |
| A  | %  | %  | % |

[Chorus]
          Dm             C        G        Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes
    Dm             C        G       Bb
The blackened mule faces outside my door
    Dm   C    G   Bb
Shouting, shouting
    Dm   C    G    Bb
Shouting, shouting

[Instrumental]
| G   | %  | F   | %   |

[Outro]
Gm      F   
Oohhhh
Gm      F   
Oohhhh
Gm      F   
Oohhhh
Gm      F   
Oohhhh
Gm      F   
Oohhhh