Come Over Teclado

	   

E                        B  
I'm in the business of losin' your interest 
    A  
And I turn a profit each time that we speak 
              E                         B  
Don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden 
         A  
It was there when we got here, will be there when we leave 
        E                           B 
And my house was designed to kinda look like its cryin' 
    A 
The eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth 
              E 
So when they mention thе sad kid 
      B 
In a sad house on Balch street 
     A 
You won't have to guess who thеy speakin' about 



       E  B  A 
Come over 
       E  B  A 
Come over 



E                       B 
I'm in the process of clearin' out cobwebs 
       A 
I was takin' the wrong meds, feels good to be sad 
            E                     B 
And my house is just barely big enough for my family 
        A 
But it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad 
            E                     B 
And my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it 
         A 
Oh, the words, they went missin' when the stock market crashed 
         E                               B 
And the Dow Jones keeps fallin', but I promise you, darlin' 
          A 
With the view in the morning, you won't ever go back 

 

       E  B  A 
Come over 
       E  B  A 
Come over 
       E  B  A 
Come over 
       E  B  A 
Come over 



E                      B                          A 
 I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool 
E                       B                    A 
 Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school 
C#m                   B/D#                          A 
 My dad'll strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block 
E                    B                A  
 Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want 

Final 

E                        B  
I'm in the business of losin' your interest 
    A  
And I turn a profit each time that we speak 
              E                         B  
Don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden 
         A  
It was there when we got here, will be there when we leave