Tone: [Am]
Verse:
[Am] An [D]address to the golden door
[Am] I was [D]strumming on a stone again
[Am] pulling [D]teeth from the pimps of gore[E]gore when hatched
a tragic opera in my mind...
[Am] and it [D]told of a new design
[Am] in which [D]every soul is duty bound
[Am] to up[D]uphold all the statues of boredom [E]therein lies
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the fatal flaw of the red age
Chorus:
Because it was [F]nothing like we'd ever [C]dreamt
our lust for [F]life had gone away with the [C]rent we hated
and because it [D]made no money no[F]nobody saved no one's [G]life this time
Verse:
[Am] So we [D]burned all our uniforms
[Am] and let [D]nature take its course again
[Am] and the [D]big ones just eat all the l[E]little ones
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that send us back to the drawing board.
Break:
[Am] [D] [Am] [D]
[Am] [D] [Am]
Bridge:
In our [C]darkest hours
we have all [G]asked for some
angel to [F]come
sprinkle his [C]dust all a[G]around
but [C]all our crying voices they can't [G]turn it around
you've had some [F]crazy conversations of your [Am]own.[D]own. [Am]
[E] [E] [E] [D]
Verse:
[Am] We've got r[D]rules and maps
[Am] and guns in our backs[D]backs but we still can't just
[Am] behave ourselves ev[D]even if to s[E]save our own lives so, says I,
We are a br[D]utal ki[Am]iiiiiiiii[D]indd. [Am] [D] [E]
Chorus:
[C] Cuz this is [F]nothing like we'd ever [C]dreamt
Tell Sir Thomas [F]More we've got another [C]failed attempt
Cuz if it [D]makes them money they [F]might just give you [G]life this time.
[Am]Wooo-ooo [D]
[Am]Wooo-ooo [D]
[Am]Wooo-ooo [D] [E]
Outro:
[Am]
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