INTRO Gm Bb Dm C x2
Am  C                     Em                         D
Loud was the sound of the birds when they landed in spite of
Am  C                       G
Noise from the boys with the rocks in their fists
D                   Am                          C
Looking to bring a man down to the bottom of a thousand ton well
Em                         D
One tiny push send that man into hell
Am                             C
He hit with a thud there’ll be no work tomorrow
Em                             D
Just a funeral for a guy with time that he borrowed

[DHORUS]
          Am  C
Isn’t it crazy?
            Em                   D
Ode to the one that’ll drag you down
          Am C
Isn’t it crazy?
           Em                    D
Ode to the one that’ll let you drown
Am                        C
Wait for the call it’ll come by tomorrow
       Em                 D
Your banshee, your lust, indifferent sorrow
Am                             C
Honey don’t run ‘cause there’s nowhere to go
Em                      D
She’s got your number she got your code

Am  C                  Em                             D
Blue is the color your skin fades to when there’s no pump of
Am  C                            G                       D
Blood through your veins or your heart or when you got no love
Am                      C
Trouble is looking for someone to drain
      Em                           D
The rattle does roll when there’s something to gain
Am                          C
Was it the shove that done did that man in
        Em               D
Or the lady who came and blew in with the wind?

[CHORUS]
          Am  C
Isn’t it crazy?
            Em                   D
Ode to the one that’ll drag you down
          Am C
Isn’t it crazy?
           Em                    D
Ode to the one that’ll let you drown
Am                        C
Wait for the call it’ll come by tomorrow
       Em                 D
Your banshee, your lust, indifferent sorrow
Am                             C
Honey don’t run ‘cause there’s nowhere to go
Em                      D
She’s got your number she got your code

Am D Dm Am
C G Am

[Bridge]
Am
Hail to the mother
          D
Tell your brother, your friends
Dm                                 Am
Can’t lock your doors ‘cause she’s already in
C                          G
Dressed all in black with a staff in her fist
Am
She wails to her hounds
Am
Sink their fangs with a kiss

Am D Dm Am
C G Am