Stone Temple Pilots – Trippin’ On A Hole In A Paper Heart

(Album: Tiny Music… Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop (1996))

Intro: A5b5  (: x02240 🙂

[ F#  | A ]

Don’t cut out my paper heart, I ain’t dying anyway
Take a look at Eiffel towers, Never trust them dirty liars

Sipping lemon yellow booze, Old lead-belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day, Keep on tripping anyway [ G ]

B                                                     Bm           G

I am, I am I said I’m not myself, But I’m not dead, and I’m not for sale
B                                                A5b5 

So keep your bankroll lottery, Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade

[ F#  | A ]

Fake the heat and scratch the itch, Skinned up knees and salty lips
I’ll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life, & when you binge, I purge alike, let go

It’s harder holding on, One more trip and I’ll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on, Just a whisper, I’ll be gone

Take a breath and make it big, It’s the last you’ll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose, It’s the last you’ll ever choose [ G ]

B                                                     Bm           G

I am, I am I said I’m not myself, But I’m not dead, and I’m not for sale

B                                                       Bm     G

Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be

B                                                     Bm           G

I am, I am I said I’m not myself, But I’m not dead, and I’m not for sale
B                                                A5b5

So keep your bankroll lottery, Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade

[Solo:  F#  | A   || F#  | A   || F#  | A   ||  G   ]

[2nd chorus]