Tom: D
Introdução:
D A
Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast,
C G
We have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea,
D A
Syntactic is our elegance incisive our disease,
C G D
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary
D A
We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast,
C G
Grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept,
D A
Frivolous gavel our design ludicrous our threat,
C G D
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less
A
So what does it mean?
F C
When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived
Bb F
And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day
C
Make life easier to complicate,
Bb
The treasure thrown away,
G F
I'm so tired
G F
Of all the fucked up minds
G F
Of all the terrorist religions
G F
And their bullshit lines,
G F
And of all the hand-me-downs
G F
From all industrial crimes
G F
And the weeping mothers
G F
And those who are led so blind,
G F
From the plastic protests
G F
And the hands of time
G F
And the pursuit of mirth
G F
And all hating kind