Beck - Sing it again

A ^Atown of disre^C#7spect The trains are w^Drecked The night is ^Ayounger then us ^B7Nowhere is anywhere e^Else You keep to your^Aself Stirring the ^Ddregs where I have l^Aaid

^FThe exit s^Eigns are flashing ^ADead ends they won't c^Dome to life any^Amore

I ^Apledge the re^C#7st I should have gu^Dessed Your love was^A hanging by threads ^B7Tongues tied under th^Ee moon, My love is a roo^Am Of broken bo^Dttles and tangled ^Awebs

^FThe misers^E wind their minds ^ALike clocks that grind^D their gears on and ^Aon

An^Ad if its mean^C#7t Some accident^D Some coincidence^{A B7}Crumbs fall out of^E the sky When you wander ^Aby The dust clou^Dds blow nobody's hom^Ae

^FOh won't you ^Elay my bags ^AUpon on the funeral ^Dfire and sing it aga^Ain

^FOh won't you ^Elay my bags ^AUpon on the funeral ^Dfire and sing it aga^Ain