Chords
Potempkin City Limits

Key: C

Introduction:

 B                                           Bb                         E 
Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks,
 B                     Bb                     E 
overproduction, reduced demand.
 B                                   Bb                                       E 
Never gave much thought to disputed contracts.
 E                                     B                     F# 
In his short life he'd only ever known
 E                                   B                       F# 
panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium
 F# 
in this hell that was his home and
 B             Bb                   E                         B                 Bb       E 
4th quarter ruining expectations expedited their demise.
 B                                           Bb                                     E 
The panic grew as the humans stalked among them,
 B                                     F# 
when the screaming began.
 E                               B                                 F# 
Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand of the humanity
   F#                                                 Ab           B                                           F# 
brush over him but then his killers back turned for a moment.
 Ab                               B                                               F# 
A blinding ray of light spread across the floor.
 Ab                                     B                             F# 
In a crimson pool he saw his own reflection
 F# 
as he bolted for the door.

 E                                                           Ab   Bb  B 
Not just some fractured fairy tail,
 E                                                                 Ab   Bb  B 
although I wish that that were true.
 E                                                 Ab   Bb  B 
This is a fable far too real
 E                                                       AbHºld 
that we somehow still cling to.
Picking changes here. See the original song and you'll get the idea.
 Ab(Palm)                                                              B                                     F# 
The storylines that bridge the chasms between cognition and belief.
 Ab(palm)                                      B                                           F# 
Any other plausible denial that might offer some relief.
 Ab(palm)                                                  B                                         F# 
From the dissonance that francis left screaming in his wake.
 Ab(palm)                                                                B                                       F# 
Deep into the heart of the cities parklands he made good his escape.
 E                             B                               F#      E                         B                 F# 
And where for five months he ran free         and replayed his only fond memory.
 F#                                                                 Ab                               B         F# 
Just a warm and distant dream of his mothers loving eyes upon him.
 Ab                           B                                 F#   Ab                                       B 
Francis made it farther than she did. A quarter mile just short
                           F# 
of the city limits they finally captured him.
 Ab                                                 B                                 F#            Ab 
And there's a statue right behind where it's written to remind
 B                             F#                               Ab                             B                 F# 
us of all their contributions. To me it marks "potemkin city limits"
 F#                               E                                                           Ab   Bb  BLead 
as francis cast in bronze to the realm of god.
 E                                                           Ab   Bb  B 
Not just some fractured fairy tail,
 E                                                                 Ab   Bb  B 
although I wish that that were true.
 E                                                 Ab   Bb  B 
This is a fable far too real
 E                                                       Ab 
that we somehow still cling to.