Tono: G
Introducción: G
C G
And the pretty jackals smell the blood
D
Revel in the fire and flood
G C G
Drag us face down through the mud
D G
Tragedy as show
C G
Grin the words that might be true
D
Grim the unrelenting view
G C G
Balance gone and the world askew
D G
Staggered by the blows
D C G
And he loved the poor and he healed the lame
D C G
And they crucified him all the same
D C G
Washed their hands of all the blame
C G D
And got set to cast a stone
G C G
A bright and sharp delivery
D
A smile through all the misery
G C G
News as black as black can be
D G
In short repeated shocks
D C G
And he loved the poor and he healed the lame
D C G
And they crucified him all the same
D C G
Washed their hands of all the blame
C G D
And got set to cast a stone
G C G
The TV in the hotel room
D
Blue light in the borrowed gloom
G C G
Entertained ensconced entombed
D G
With a pretty face that talks
C G
And the pretty jackals smell the blood
D
Revel in the fire and flood
G C G
Drag us face down through the mud
D G
Tragedy as show