Key: C
Introduction:
C
C
Let's go get out in the street
Am
Somebody's gotta
C
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
C7+
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Am
Cars are all lined up
C7+
Let it go push you around
Am
Oh, what's it amount to?
Dm G Dm G
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
C7+ Am
Post sermon socialites
F Ab
Park enchanters and skin tights
Dm G
All they want's my soul
C
Yeah, they want my soul
C Am
F
In the photographs
Ab
Their eyes make a signal path
Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on
F Ab
And on and on and on and on
C7+
Let's go lose track of time
Am
Somebody's gotta
C7+
Let's get the stars to align
Am
For lambs to slaughter
Dm G Dm G
Educated folk singers want my soul
Dm G Dm G
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul
C Am
I got nothing I want to say to 'em
F Ab
They got nothing left that I want
Dm G
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it
C Am
They want my soul
They want my soul