Bb The fields are overturned Ab The skies all been burnt Gm Db Bb I am feeling rather strange Bb Shaman's drunk on whiskey Ab Princess's bred for fifty Eb Db Bb I feel a little colder every day (Humming) Db Ab B Bb Db Ab B Bb Bb Mother I'm not safe Ab You'll find me buried in the fields Gm Db Bb With buffalo murdered for game Bb Mother will you say Bbm Ab That I'm dressed up for the kill Eb Bbm Bb And there's something slowly wasting me away Ab You are my only friend Eb You are my wasted angel Db Ab Db And like before, you mean much more to me Ab You are my coming end Eb You are my jaded fable Db Ab Db Bb And like before, you mean much more to me (Humming) Db Ab B Bb Db Ab B Bb