and C. But it _sounds_ like it's mostly Am; that's because the _bass_ plays
I left my anger in a river running Highway 5
New Hampshire, Vermont, border by
College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now, and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway, anyway?
Now when I was young, my people taught me well
Hey hey hey hey, Hey hey hey hey
White - Chain - Rope - Fear - Be still my dear
A bullet in the head, now he's dead
Fear in our heads, fear in our hearts, prophets in the graveyards
Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
I said there's prophets in the graveyard
(Here I walk in beauty)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is be - fore me)
Prophets in the graveyard
(Beauty is be - hind me, above and below me)