Queer

G C G You woke the wrecking yard hounds when you slammed the passenger side. Em D G And father watched you from the yard with his knuckles wrapped in ice. G C G Now the screen door is still broken since you kicked your Kodiacs through it. Em D G But we left the Christmas tree standing, in case you turned a round. G C G Now I've heard you got a good job pitching hay down in Salmon Arm Em D G Maybe I'll hike there from the coast when the weather starts to warm G C G k.d. called on the weekend. She was crying on the tele phone. Em D G 'Cause Father said as far as he's concerned, you've been stricken from our home. D G He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.) D G He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.) D G He's gone out of his head. D C Sometimes choices aren't so clear. G C G Father raged like a soldier. He put his fist through the kitchen door, Em D G When I said it would have been better if you had split on your own accord. G C G I don't care about the damage, but I wish you were there to see it Em D G When I scored a hat trick on the team that called you a f**king queer. D G He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.) D G He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.) D G He's gone out of his head. D C Sometimes choices aren't so clear. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never feel. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never see. Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know.