Chords
Spare-Ohs

Key: B

Introduction:

difficulty
easy |||||
C                                                                              G  
The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
                F                                                                                                                      Fm  
what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect
C                                                    G                                                 F  
but their yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag
                                                                                                                Fm                            C  
as they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags
C                              G                                                              F  
all over the suburbs across the great lawns
                                                                                             Am  
crop-dusting gardens all over this town
(refrão)
C                         G                                                                      F  
but nobody cares when it gets in their hair
C                                         G                                                                              F  
it gets in their lungs as it floats through the air
C                                    G                                                                 F  
it gets in the food that they buy and prepare
                             D7                                                                    G            F  
but nobody cares when it gets in their hair
F  
across the great chasms and schisms and the sudden aneurisms
                                                                  C                                      G                                         F  
where the black ink will drip across the crespice of your eyes
F  
and your teeth are worth more than you can spare-
                          C                                      G                         F  
-oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair
F  
don't speak about the cycles of life 'cause your thoughts are so soft
                     C                                    G                         F                 D7              G  
I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's kniii-i-fe
F                                                      C              G      F  
and the wine made our mouths too loose
F                                                                 C              G      F  
such a reckless choice of words
F                                                                 C         G     F#)  
when you tell me that I'm too "abstruse"
                                                                                     G  
I just thought it was a kind of bird
                         F#)  
(I swear) I just stood there
                                  F  
not saying a word
                                  F  
not saying a word
                                  D7         G  
not saying a word