Intro:
[F]
Verse:
My finger paints aren't [Bb]great
but I still hang the[C]them on my[F]my fridge
Reminds me of the [Bb]fun I had
[F]whenever I l[C]look at [F]it -nooo-
I am not [Bb]Picasso or [F]da Vinci
or who [Bb]knows who
No, [F]I am not the [Bb]best by far,
[F]I sure [C]like what I [F]do
-Alright [Dm]guys, on your [C]marks
[F]Get set-
Chorus:
Slow down, take a [Bb]nap
I'll [C]catch up to [F]you
Run laps around [Bb]me,
but we'll [C]both burn out [Dm]soon
The [F]finish line's [Bb]close
and you have [C]nothing to [Dm]prove
And [F]though I'm [Bb]behind, I [C]need a nap [Dm]too
[F]Cause though I'm a [Bb]tortoise,
[C]I have nothing to [Dm]prove
[F]Though I'm a tortoise,
[C]I have nothing to [F]prove
Interlude -x2-:
[Bb] [C] [Dm] [F]
[Dm]Death [F]is marching
[Bb]Death [C]is marching
[Dm]Death [F]is marching
[Bb]Death [C]is marching
Verse 2:
[F]a slap on the wrist
a tomb made of stone
a c[Dm]asket a[C]waiting a n[F]ap
We all end up [Bb]six feet [Dm]bеlow
Bury me in [C]my favorite [Dm]hat
The [F]mеdals I've won from the [Bb]races I've run
[F]On display back [C]home with my [F]cat
We [Dm]all end up six [Bb]feet below
So why should [F]we care ‘bout all that
Chorus:
[F]I run my [Bb]mouth and I [C]will until I'm [F]old
And things may not [Bb]be as the f[C]forecaster [Dm]told
[F]Guess they wanted [Bb]me to show [C]off what I [Dm]do
[F]But I couldn't [Bb]care any [C]less to show [Dm]you
[F]Cause though I'm a [Bb]hare,
I've got [C]nothing to [Dm]prove
[F]Though I'm a [Bb]hare,
I've got [C]nothing to p[Dm]prove
Bridge:
[F]Two cosy [C]little [F]caskets,
cardboard boxes, [Bb]earthy [F]holes
Can I hang our [C]favorite [F]pictures
on the walls of [Bb]moss and [F]mold?
[F]-death is-
[Dm]-death i[F]is marching [C]Steadfast toward us-
Two cosy little caskets
[F]-It doesn’t care
if you’re [Dm]bronze s[C]silver or gold-
Cardboard boxes, earthy holes
If I reach the [F]end before you,
will you [C]lend your [Bb]hand to hold?
[Dm]will you lend your [C]hand [F]to hold?
Chorus:
Slow down, take a [Bb]nap
[C]I'll catch up [F]to you, run [C]laps around me
But we'll both [Dm]burn out soon
They'll [F]pit us against one another, it's [Dm]true
And though we are [F]differe[C]different,
we have nothing to [Dm]prove
[F]Though I'm a [Bb]tortoise,
[C]I’ve nothing to [Dm]prove
Outro:
[F]Though you’re a [Bb]hare,
[C.]You have nothing to [Dm]prove
[F]Though we are d[Bb]different,
[C]we’ve nothing to [Dm]prove
Though I’m a tortoise
I have nothing t[F]to prove
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