Chords for Jackson Pollock

Right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Jackson Pollock, _ _ you're an [C#m] _ alcoholic. _ _
And I think [F#] it's lame that you beat your wife.
_ _ [A] Jackson Pollock, _ [Am] you were in a [C#m] car crash.
[F#] Man, those trees, they'll come and they'll take your life.
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_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
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I'll take you to the room, Cathedral.
But let me tell you [C#] this.
[C#m] I've been there once before.
It seems that Claude Monet [F#m] was full of shit.
I've got the wrong impression.
It's nothing [C#] much, Lord.
[E] So come, girls, it's time for the season.
And I'd love to store [A] your form.
I don't see what's special about luncheon on the [C#] grass.
Sandwiches and mayonnaise, we discussed [C#m] the decadence
[F#m] of the supply.
But this is lively, but kiss [D] your purple [E] hair.
Imagine that you could be my Olympia if you want.
So you [A] can call me a phobos, call me what you want.
[F#] As long as you don't see me or treat me like a [G] dilettante,
I feel beheaded.
It's like I [C#] can't reach out to you.
[E] We're like rodents walking dead.
It seems that I, too, will be [A] walking dead.
We can visit the game all we say,
but I should warn [C#m] you first.
I've traveled long and far, and I haven't seen girls
like that in this [A] universe.
You [F#m] think they're beautiful?
Well, I beg to [D] disagree.
[E] Is there something more to the salt work?
Something I can't [A] see? _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] I was just assuming you weren't thrilled by the way he [C#m] drew you.
His feet were wet, your hair unhaired,
and your [C#m] eyes were the size of hand [F#m] grenades.
But oh, and then what difference does it make?
_ _ [E] _
Because all in all, it's just farce for our sake.
[A] Well, if you had seen what I had made when I was just
a lad in the second [C#m] grade, you'd drop your jaw and all.
Your monkeys aren't bad [A] games.
I was [F#m] wrong.
You think [F#m] this talent can't be taught?
[E] _ You'll be the first to know it.
Look the hell up like you're a surrogate.
[A] So starry nights are cool and all, but think [B] of all the musings
of a [C#m] bathroom stall for a sling.
Found one's fine.
I did it, take stock, and [F#m] Baudelaire's mine.
All of the plural, do them all, the pluck before they [E] bloom.
It's on weave and go to kid and ski, my cheriso, you [A] can.
Call me a fungus, call me what you want.
[F#] I'll be in the world as you see me.
Oh, treat me like a [G] dilettante.
I feel beheaded.
It's like I can't reach out [G] to you.
[E] Look like a dance walking man.
[A] It seems that I, too, will be walking soon. _
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