Verse 1
G - C
Then a fire,
Was electric.
Then a drill,
was electric.
In replace of a real one.
Coz a real one,
Turns too slow.
Chorus.
D - C
Pulling the day to the window.
Riding at Five AM.
Cut down the bird from the street lines.
Woodsmoor to Porto,
Phantom, the spring in step.
Verse 2.
Then a pie,
Was electric.
And a face,
Was electric.
In replace of a real one.
Coz a real one's too greasy.
Chorus
Whisting Bullshit
G - C
