Crucify taby ukulele według Tori Amos

G                    Am     F           G
  Every finger in the room is pointing at me.
                      Am          F                
I wanna spit in their faces. Then I get afraid of what that could bring
        G                  Am       F           G
I got a bowling bowl in my stomach. I got a desert in my mouth.
                Am                   F                
figures that my courage would chose to sell out now

Bridge1:
          A#             F               Gm    D#
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
F              Gm       D#                F
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
          A#            F                   Gm     D#
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
           Cm   Gm          D#      F 
Just what god needs: one more victim.

Chorus:
       Gm A#          F     D#      F    
Why do we  crucify ourselves ever-y-y 
Gm   A#          F       D#        
day I crucify myself. And nothing I do is good
 Gm           A#          F   D#      F  
enough for you. Crucify myself ever-y-y
Gm   A#          F      Cm              Gm
day I crucify myself. My heart is sick of being
        D#                Cm
'Said my heart is sick of being in
Gm                       A#       Gm     Cm
Chai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ains    o-o-o-oh.
Gm                       A#       D#       Cm
Chai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ains    o-o-o-oh.

Verse:
Got a kick for a dog begging for love
I gotta have my sufferings so that I can have my cross 
I know a cat named Easter. he says: will you ever learn?
you're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird.

Bridge1:
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets.
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in.
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.

(Chorus)

Bridge2:
G          A#     F    G          A#    F
Please     believe      Save       me
G          A#   F      G    A#     F
I          cry-a-ay-aaaahay ahay  ahayn


(Bridge1)
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets.
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in.
Where are those angels when you need them?
 
(Chorus)

Never going back again no 
to crucify myself (again) - every day