by Anathallo
tabbed by: Matthias

Play around with a Bsus for the intro

When you get up
When you wake up
Put your hands up
Pick yourself up

And you pull yourself up underneath the dugout cubby enclave of the
sidewalk overhang, cement buckled upward and the
rain came dripping through the crack. We hear the voice of Italo sing
of a holy fire.

When he stomped,
the dirt fell on our eyes.
When he stomped,
the dirt fell on our eyes.
Hell, he stomped,
the dirt fell on our eyes.
Hell, he stomped,

It was a mystery to me when you crawled out from underneath the
sidewalk overhang, cement buckled upward and the
rain came dripping through the crack. We heard the voice of Italo sing.
In the second zone of the city a baby born in the nightclub mold where
goons dry heave the factory glue all crust-lipped and bloddy nosed.
Fire took the roof off,
hollowing the carcass licked it like a bone.
Sway and mone to songs of some pitchless praise, stoned.

Horn Part

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When you get up
When you wake up
Put your hands up
Pick yourself up