The Shins So Says I

Tom: C Am D An address to the golden door Am D I was strumming on a stone again Am D E pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched a tragic opera in my mind... Am D and it told of a new design Am D in which every soul is duty bound Am D E to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies C the fatal flaw of the red age F C Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt F C our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated D F G and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time Am D So we burned all our uniforms Am D and let nature take its course again Am D E and the big ones just eat all the little ones that send us back to the drawing board. Am D (3 Vezes) Am C In our darkest hours G we have all asked for some F angel to come C G sprinkle his dust all around C G but all our crying voices they can't turn it around F Am D Am you've had some crazy conversations of your own. Am D We've got rules and maps Am D and guns in our backs but we still can't just Am D E behave ourselves even if to save our own lives so, says I, Am D (3 vezes) WE ARE A BRUTAL KIND. E C F C Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dremt F C Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt D F G Cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time. Am D (3 Vezes) E