Key: B
Introduction:
B E
Well the street was jumping with murderers
A B
And their half set alibis
E
And though I prefer poetry,
A B
I brought my guns to the starting line
And when the announcer said
E A B
?Cast your currents, all bloods come from upstream!?
E
I chambered a little insurance myself,
A B
Pointed my iron and squeezed
Pre-Chorus
E
Neck and neck with teenage archers
G
Straining against their bows
A
We tracked the cities pornographies
And sang ice to it snows
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
A B
What, woh-oh-oh-woh
B E
In cool flight jazzish lines
A B
Sounded like classical themes
E
I littered the night with clumsy jamming
A B
Constructed a lean to dream
E
Thus, into the race I fell or jumped
A B
With a bit of affected malice
E
Grabbed hold of the rudder
A B
And steered the rotting ship towards the palace
Pre-Chorus
E
Some of the chumps I left in my wake
G
Had dossiers and blast
A
Probably most of the worst of them
A
Were reflections of me in the glass
B
And we ran to the bell tower
B E
There's a village of little bruises
A B
That set you on its spiral track
E
To lower your voice any jeers and cover
A B
Letters turn to black
E
Hey remember that knife you bought as a joke?
A B
Now it?s whispering hints
E
You?re in Shiloh now little kid
A B
Down here we sleep in sense
Pre-Chorus
E
So point your weapons upward
G
Against both luck and god
A
With any luck that son of a bitch
Will roll your numbers odd
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
A B
Woh-oh-oh-woh
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
B E
As we ran to the bell tower
A B
Woh-woh-oh-woh