Am

[Verse]
                                G
I must drag my body through the muck and mire
                        Am
Gather branches for its funeral pyre
                           G
Twigs I would rather twist into nests
                            Am
Or whittle wooden wings and fly

[Chorus]
                      G
But they said, hey oh dig another well
                                   Am
The water reeks of sulfur and it's red as hell
               G
Oh, oh rip the curbing all away
                              Am
Throw the wood on the funeral pyre

[Bridge]
Am
I'd call on my lord but he can't help me now
                                    F
I'd fall on my sword if I only knew how to believe there's nothing above

Only absence of breath, of hatred and love
           Am
But it was born into me and if I can't burn it out

I'll forge all my swords into blades of a plow
    F                                   Am
And toil all my days in those fields of fire
           G                                 Am
And I will welcome those flames in a funeral pyre

[Instrumental]
Am F Am G Am

[Verse]
Am                              G
I must drag my body through the muck and mire
                        Am
Gather branches for its funeral pyre
                           G
Twigs I would rather twist into nests
                            Am
Or whittle wooden wings and fly

[Chorus]
                      G
But they said, hey oh dig another well
                                   Am
The water reeks of sulfur and it's red as hell
               G
Oh, oh rip the curbing all away
                      Am
Throw the wood on the funeral pyre

[Outro]
Am Am F G
Am Am F G

Am                            F
We file down our fangs on the bones of our foes
G                                        Am
And curse their names with blood swollen tongues
                               F
We file down our hearts on the kindness of friends
     G                         Am
Pick them up and cut them down again