I'm Blown (G/Em/C/D)

I'm blown, I'm blown, I'm blown
hard earned
& dog eared
totally carboned out
my forebears are splayed onto their gizmos
I know what it's like, I know what it's like to be a spider
it's hard earned, and dog eared
busily, busily, busily puffin' po
I'm blown
baby, I'm blown

You don't know what it's like to be a spider.
I do.
Maybe you know what it's like to be afraid
of a little tiny spider you can barely see.
And if it bit me? (which it won't)
I'd be going "ha, ha, ha, that tickles.
ha, ha, ha, quit tickling me."
You'd be going, "ow, ow, ow, ow."
Probably be in the hospital trying to croak.

I'm blown
baby, baby, baby, I'm blown
I'm blown. Carboned out,
carboned out,
watch me ride
I'm blown.