The Wytches - Her parents

                [Intro]
Am  Am  Am  Am

[Verse]
Am     G           F            C
In her sunshine blouse
Am                G            F                    C
She prefers to keep the desperate men out
      Am       F                    C            G
If I stay far away and then she'll feel okay
                 F               G        Am     Am    Am     Am
'Cause the smile on her face is poison

[Verse]
Am     G        F        C
In her rotary chair
         Am             G              F                 C
She's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair
       Am          F                C              G
And she's well-known for a tendency’s grown
           F                   G        Am     Am    Am    Am
As the number on the scales shiver

[Chorus]
            Dm                       Dm
And we fight like the crows Shoulders, elbows
     C                                   C          
All covered in blood from the farm girl's last purge
     Dm                          Dm
Between selling me your lover passing
         C                               E
Well I fell with no pain but it hurts just the same

[Verse]
Am   G                     F            C
Annabelle’s in the rain
Am                 G                    F                 C
Reading those dreams for the number or names
        Am            F                  C        G
Well she comes across like an animal lost
            F              G              Am   Am   Am   Am
But her cage is the cleanest around

[Verse]
             Am                   G                        F         C
And her parents hold her down in the night
           Am           G                    F                  C
Before closing her eyes she said, “Everything’s fine”
         Am         F                   C                     G
When she next arrives with a conscience divine
         F                 G          Am   Am 
And a smile on her face, artificial
            F                  G          Am   Am   Am   Am
Yes the smile on your face, artificial

[Chorus]
         Dm                                   Dm
Well I said to her parents running family since birth
          C                              G
And I feel like I worm buried body in dirt
          Dm                                 Dm
On my birthday I scream “Every day’s a bad dream
       C                             E                      Am
Or a story to sell but stop reading me Annabelle"