Am
Make a table of my bones and use me when I’m gone
C
I would never want you to say anything
G
other than he was always good to me and I am glad I knew him
F                   C  Am G F
And now we use his bones as our table

Am
Take the skull and clean it out and make a centerpiece
CMake sure that the teeth are facing west
GEveryone who eats at the table has to know
F
That everything I did I did my best
C
Even if I never let it show and it seemed like I was separate
Am      G  F  C
Now we understand and now he is our table

Am   C
Standardize the way you classify your fools
G   F
Use me as an implement and call it ritual
Modify your disbelief in my lack of self
G                    F          C     Am    G F
Make a table of my bones I’m only here to help
Am
Take the table of my bones and reconstruct a man
C
Fasten them and don’t forget the arms
G
They were once the pieces of a table that belonged
F                                               C       Am  G  F
To someone else before you back when I was breathing

Am
Make that man an anything that you want me to be
C
Designate the edges of your self
G
Everything that I can be that you may want for me to be
F                                               C       Am  G  F
Redefines your constant need for place
And reminds the others here that even if I fail to be
The thing that you have asked of me
At least the world can see that once I was a table

Am   C
Standardize the way you elastify your rules
G   F
Reconstruct a better lie of life as ritual
Am   C
Empathize your uselessness do it while you’re able
G                    F          C     Am    G F
Fall down flat and emphasize that you are now a table