F#m         E                 F#m              E
Are we the ones left behind by those who weave cords that bind?
              A
They draw the marrow from our very
E                     F#m         E
bones and we in turn, turn on our own.


         F#m                E                F#m           E
Stood in line in horsehair shirts we queued up to eat the dirt,
           A               E
We traded lumps on narrow streets,
               F#m                 E
can't bite the hand when you've no teeth.


            A                       E
And it's a standing ovation for the shadow of a stone
      F#m                           E
As we dig into the soil beneath our homes.
     A                           E
The future's further day-by-day as our fathers turn away
              F#m          E                  D
And leave us clinging to a mother who eats her own.


            F#m          E               F#m             E
The granite gaze upon us now, a skulking mass recalling how
            A                 E
To plant a secret and tell no lies
            F#m                  E
for now we own those same stone eyes.


              A                         E
And it's the last gasp of wonder for a cretin on a throne
        F#m                             E
As our daughter's sneak away across the foam,

    A                                E
The future's just a thing we say to keep the sordid past at bay
         F#m              E                   D
Still we cling on to the mother who eats her own.

[Interlude]
F#m  Bm  F#m C#m A E  F#m Em D

F#m  A  D  F#m  E  A  E  F#m  E  D E D


          F#m          E        F#m                          E
We are the ones left behind in swaddling bound with bailing twine,
               A
They stole the marrow from our very
E                F#m              E
bones and we in turn, turned on our own.