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Queer

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Queer
Written by Dave Bidini and Dave Clark
On the album "Whale Music"
 
G You woke the wrecking yard hounds when you C slammed the passenger G side.
And father watched you Em from the yard with his D knuckles wrapped in G ice.
G Now the screen door is still broken since you C kicked your Kodiacs G through it.
But we left the Christmas tree Em standing, in D case you turned a G round.
 
G Now I've heard you got a good job pitching C hay down in Salmon G Arm
Maybe I'll hike there Em from the coast when the D weather starts to G warm
G k.d. called on the weekend.  She was C crying on the tele G phone.
'Cause Father said as far as Em he's concerned, you've been D stricken from our G home.
 
D He's gone out of his G head.  (He's gone out of his head.)
D He's gone out of his G head.  (He's gone out of his head.)
D He's gone out of his G head.
Sometimes D choices aren't so C clear.
 
G Father raged like a soldier.  He put his C fist through the kitchen G door,
When I said it would have been Em better if you had D split on your own G accord.
G I don't care about the damage, but I C wish you were there to G see it
When I scored a hat trick Em on the team that D called you a fucking G queer.
 
D He's gone out of his G head.  (He's gone out of his head.)
D He's gone out of his G head.  (He's gone out of his head.)
D He's gone out of his G head.
Sometimes D choices aren't so C clear.
 
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never feel.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never see.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know.

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