Consider Him Dead
by Jack Merlot
copyright 2008 – all rights reserved
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Consider Him Dead
Em AM
Call it impulsive culture shock
the way she kept staring at the clock
a molten veneer containing her fear
and burning her shadow off
A C
Whoa, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Whoa, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
D F
Consider him dead, she smiled as she said
G F C
I’ll bring you his head if I have time tomorrow
D F
Wasn’t a man who could stop her, but then
G F C
he deserved every stab, every bite, every swallow
A C
Whoa, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Whoa, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
prison of reflection, smoke and regret
anticipation, forging a sweat
A tourmaline shield that she wouldn’t yield
a black-shrouded shadow, devine
D F
Consider him dead, she smiled as she said
G F C
I’ll bring you his head if I have time tomorrow
D F
Wasn’t a man who could stop her, but then
G F C
he deserved every stab, every bite, every swallow