Tom: C
G
Em
You see the Sunday birds swinging low
G
Em
And the fever in your brain only grows
C
G
And the murder boys they're running down the street
C
G
You can see them through the window from your seat
D
C
G
Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns
G
Em
When the shadows run like ghosts across your room
G
Em
Do you take your world and burn it in a spoon
C
G
A mercy ship to sail you off to sleep
C
G
To where the crimson angels swim the deep
D
C
G
But there's no hiding from the mightiest of guns
G
Em
With every breath you drink in the night
G
Em
Cause you won't give up your blues without a fight
C
G
And looking at the sky there is no pain
C
G
And the stars keep falling down like burning rain
D
C
G
They were fired by the mightiest of guns
G
Em
Tomorrow I'll be out of my mind
G
Em
The bear will dance and the organ will grind
C
G
I'm laughing cause I know there ain't no sin
C
G
All the world on the head of a pin
D
C
G
Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns
D
C
G
Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns