Verse 1: Ryan Guldemond with Molly Guldemond
W[A]When I see a face of anon[Dbm]anonymity
Cr[A]Crying on the street, it does som[Dbm]something to me
I [A]make believe ma[Ab]lady, tra[D]gedy
Verse 2: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin
Flo[A]Flowers on the grave is a be[Db]beautiful thing
'Cause fl[A]flowers on the grave still means they're get[D]getting something
But when the flow[A]flowers ain't there, and the gra[Ab]grave is bare
I think of ol[D]old dead bones that don't get theirs
Chorus: Ryan with Molly Guldemond
I think of al[Dbm]all the butchers and a[A]all the beef
I think of a[Dbm]all the flies in a[A]all the heat
I think of a[Dbm]ll the dying and dy[Dbm]ing and dy[Dbm]ing
Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin
Dyi[D]Dying and dying and de[A]decomposing
D[Dbm]Dying and dying's for r[D]real
Verse 3: Ryan with Molly Guldemond and Jasmin Parkin
Whеn I[A]I see the damned in their di[Dbm]dire straights
Dam[A]Damning all the men with those Ameri[D]American names
I say "don't d[A]damn the man, damn your hand
For makin' a f[Ab]fist and shaking it all around"
Damn the[D]the hand, damn your h[D]hand
Chorus 2: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin
Oh, you can d[Dbm]damn the butchers and da[A]damn the beef
Oh, you can d[Dbm]damn the flies in a[A]all the heat
Or you can d[Dbm]amn the dying and d[Dbm]ying and dy[Dbm]ing
Solo:
-xx[A]-xxxx[Dbm]xx!- [Bm] [F]
Post-Chorus: Molly Guldemond with Jasmin Parkin
Dyi[A]Dying and dying and de[Dbm]decomposing
Dy[A]Dying and dying's for r[D]real
Dyi[A]Dying and dying and [Dbm]pounds of posy
Dyin[A]Dying and dying's f[D]forever
Bridge: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin:
When I[A] hear the crying of a sir[B]en in the n[E]ight
I think of p[A]piles of writhing people, [B]fighting for their[E]their lives
I see an im[A]image of a body, bro[Abm]broken and beet red
I hear the a[D]a cappella angels singing for the de[Cm]dead [Dm] [Em]
Outro: Ryan with Molly and Jasmin
I think of al[Dbm]all the butchers and all th[A]the beef
I think of al[Dbm]all the flies in all the [A]heat
I think of a[Dbm]ll the di[C]rt that la[E]ys a bed for bo[A]nes
I think of a[Dbm]ll the wo[C]rds that get w[E]ritten on the s[A]tones
I think of al[Dbm]all the su[C]surf that come [E]crashing over s[A]ouls
I think of al[Dbm]all the dying
A[Dbm]All the dying
A[Dbm]All the dying
A[Dbm]All the dying
