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Created by: dcolspector

F

Bbm
They killed our electric guitars,
                   C#
And if not for the good people weeping,
D                F
All we'd hear is sounds of our horses dying.
                     G#
But I'm not 'bout to start crying about it.

Bbm
   It must be fairly normal,
                C#
To devolve into cycloptic brooding,
       D         F
As the genocidal massacres erupt over some perceived sedition.
    G#
Insecurities of men messing everything up again.

Am  C  Am  Fmaj7  C     Cmaj7 C  G          C/G G         Ddim  Edim
All        us     charmed     proteins feral in the gales o  -  nly.

F                                Am              E7
I have never followed no kind of master's voice.
    Gm                                               Bb       Gm
The mutinous tramp of cult voltage crucifixion is my conduit.

F
I just watched my hero fail;
             Am                  E7
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk.
      Gm               
Every leader is a cellophane punk,
                    Bb
If you hear me say “yeah!" (yeah!)
                 Gm
"Yeah!" (yeah!) “Yeah!" (yeah!) “Yeah!" (yeah!)

Bbm
There must be a softer vision that you could kick to
        C#                     D
In this aureate gloom, I assume.
F
Both sides are embarrassingly backwards in their thinking,
            G#
There ain’t no one to side with, none I want to defend.

Bbm                      C#         D
It’s only the mute-minded  surge of simian blood.

F
People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution.
G#
  When they resurface, there's a black hole in their skull.

(sound cuts out, F and G notes simultaneously fade in and then cut out with a drum hit)

F
People disappear on the wrong side of this revolution.
G#
When they’re returned, all their childhood memories are dead.


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F                                Am          E7
I have never followed no kind of master's vo - ice.
    Gm                                               Bb       Gm
The mutinous tramp of cult vulture crucifixion is my conduit.

F
I just watched my hero fail;
             Am                  E7
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk.
      Gm               
Every leader is a cellophane punk,
                    Bb
If you hear me say "yeah!" (yeah!)
                 Gm
"Yeah!" (yeah!) "yeah!" (yeah!) "yeah!" (yeah!)

F                                Am             E7
I have never followed no kind of master's voice.
    Gm                                               Bb       Gm
The mutinous tramp of cult voltage crucifixion is my conduit.

F
I just watched my hero fail;
             Am                  E7
Now I'm in a dark and violent funk.
      Gm               
Every leader is a cellophane punk,
                    Bb
If you hear me say "yeah!" (yeah!)
                 Gm
"Yeah!" (yeah!) "yeah!" (yeah!) "yeah!" (yeah!)

F    Am  E7  Gm    Bb  Gm
Yeah!    

F    Am  E7  Gm    Bb  Gm
Ooooooooh,   ooooooooooooh.

F
I believe in witches,
             Am   E7
I believe in you.
Gm
I believe in witches,
             Bb 
I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you.

F
I believe in witches,
             Am   E7
I believe in you.
Gm
I believe in witches,
             Bb                  Gm
I believe in you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,
F    Am  E7  Gm  Bb  Gm...
You.