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by Andrew Bird


These are the correct chords that go with the song.
                                                
E      x      4      x       x/3    x/5       x     7     x       9      6
A      6      6      3        x     x         7     9     9      11      8
D      8      6      5        6     8         9     9    11      11      6
G      8      5      5        5     7         9     8    11      10      7
B      8      4      4        4     6         9     7    11       9      6
E      6      4      3        3     5         7     7     9       9      6




Born host to a tongue
So sing a song about it

Held a breath for too long
Till we're half sick about it

Tell us what we did wrong
Then you can blame us for it

Turn the clamp on our thumbs
So we're down about it



And tell us all about it


We're so in doubt about it




            
How about some credit now
                
Where credit is due
                            
For the damage that was done
                        
We have wrought upon ourselves and others
                          
With this blow, and vicious gun
                              
And although pratfalls can be fun,


Encores can be fatal


And then I hear you say,

Thank God it's fatal. Thank God it's fatal.

Not shy

Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal. 

Thank God.

Thank God it's fatal. Thank God it's fatal.

Not shy

Not shy and fatal, not shy and fatal.





                   
Wait just a second now
                  
It's not all that bad
                      
Are we not having fun?
                            
You make your mountains of handkerchiefs
                        
Where the mascara always runs
                           
So be careful when you're done


You're bound to get post natal


Wait, did I just hear you say...
                                                                                  
Thank God it's fatal  
                               
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw
                                   
      No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw
                                   
      And we don't want to hear the signs that your bored
                                   
      You know the kind of sign you hang on a door Saying, 'We'll be back. We're a crack.'










Born host to a tongue
So sing a song about it

Held a breath for too long
Till we're half sick about it

Tell us what we did wrong
Then you can blame us for it

Turn the clamp on our thumbs
So we're down about it