Tom: F
Introdução:
Bm
I can?t make my mood match the weather
Em
I can?t make the weather do what I want
F# A
so I?ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
Em A Bm
and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die
I tried to be good, I was a failure
Em
so I took to taking all the good men down
F# A
it wasn?t hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew
Em A Bm
until all the two-shoes scattered underground
Bm A
you could be right
Em A
they might come for me at night
F# F#m
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
Bm A
for all my spite
Em A
I might never win the fight
F# F#m Bm
but I will rage against the light forever more
I drank the blood of angels from a bottle
Em
just to see if I could call the lightning down
F# A
it hasn?t struck me yet and I would wage my soul to bet
Em A Bm
that there ain?t no one throwing lightning anyhow
Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over
Em
and you get to thinking fate?s got different plans
F# A
like maybe i?m not born to die but to bring darkness to the sky
Em A Bm
and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can
Bm A
you could be right
Em A
they might come for me at night
F# F#m
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
Bm A
for all my spite
Em A
I might never win the fight
F# F#m Bm
but I will rage against the light forever more
G F#
and oh the hopelessly tender hearted
A Bm
tend to sing the loudest of love
F#7
but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie
G F#
I fold the grass over all they?ve started
A Bm
to never see the light of the sun
Em F#m Bm
as they dwell in darkness so shall I
don?t try to come around here, spreading sentiments of cheer
Em
you told your last white lie, everything is not alright
F# A
you hope, you pray, you love the light of day
Em A Bm
but there?s no one up there listening tonight
Bm A
you could be right
Em A
they might come for me at night
F# F#m
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
Bm A
for all my spite
Em A
I might never win the fight
F# F#m Bm
but I will rage against the light forever more
Bm
I can?t make my mood match the weather
Em
I can?t make the weather do what I want
F# A
so I?ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
Em A Bm
and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die