So are you gonna break my heart?
Are you gonna rip my world apart?
Are we gonna do this now? I don’t have all day.

Come on and get the scissors out
Show me what love is all about
Do it fast and painful, just like always.

Come on I’ve gotta rock and roll
We don’t need to list the things you stole
Use your fingernails or use a tool
You’re a beautiful woman with a job to do

So go, just go ahead and say the words
I can’ tell you how many times I’ve heard
Those same words repeated to me anyway

There’s a boat on the open sea
It’s just perfect for someone like me
Who doesn’t care where he’s going, as long as it’s far away

If you ever got to use your heart
You wouldn’t even know where to start
So let me put your mind to rest
It’s a useless antique tucked away in the chest

So are you gonna break mine in half?
Are you gonna walked away and laugh?
I’m a very busy man, and money is time

So I’m thinking that your time is up
I’m at the bottom of this coffee cup
I’ll just break it myself and that should be fine

That should be fine
That should be fine
That should be fine
okay.

This sounds good on my guitar:

Intro: A# (slide the bass note from an A into the A# for cool)

Song chord structure:
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And maybe God is a train, going all across Atlanta
And crying in the deep of the night
And maybe God is a train, shining light into a tunnel
And coming on with all of its might
And maybe everything’s cool, and it don’t make a difference what you do
And maybe everything’s fine, and it don’t make a difference who loves who
But baby take care, take care

And maybe God is a boy, kneeling down in dirty gardens
And taking bugs apart with his hands
And maybe God is a boy, in a social situation
And trying to be tough like a man
And maybe everything’s there on a silver platter for us now
And maybe nobody cares and nothing really matters for us now
But baby take note, take note

And maybe God is a girl, dressing up her little animals
Setting out a table for tea
And maybe God is a girl, who just got her learner’s permit
She’s driving drunk and dangerously
And maybe everything’s just exactly how it’s supposed to be
But even then what exactly has that got to do with me
When I’m in pain, in pain
And maybe God is a train