Am C Fmaj7 G - - - 3 1 1 1 - 2 - 2 - 2 2 3 - - 3 - 2 - - - 3 INTRO:Am C F C F C GAm ten thousand horses, sable island, endless summerC oh my god i’m hot to steal, beside myself and friendless numberF i ain't got no culture, nothing, dirty words, but that don’t countC flight attendants, waitresses, superstition, good amountF there’s work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprintsC calling papa ignoranceG Am and i don’t wanna go, sick and tiredAm zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, zoom, kick, persuasion, techC it’s an egg and spoon race, slow and steady, desert highway, a bientotF still i’m stuck, i cant afford it, picture postcard, small momentoC echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnaceF frozen nowhere, just a kid, i had a friend named deadly earnestC cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my armF praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there’s no cause for alarmG diamond rings and little babies, startlements and miraclesAm i remember pretty faces so severe and lyricalAm i’m talking amelia earhart, neko case and frida kahloC all alone, the way it should be, i don’t even need a shadowF seeds of wisdom, found no purchase, we don’t even have a chanceC birthday party, armageddon, long stemmed roses, avalancheF broken fingers, going nowhere fast and screeching to a haltC all that work for nothin', uh oh, whipping boy it's all my faultG zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, zoom, kick, persuasion, techAm zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech EDD LE BIT: Am,C,F,C,F,C,G,AmAm i don’t wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so i’m runningC catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time comingF i don’t know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the childrenC read your fortunes, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrimsF no more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayedC i eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulderbladesG see i’m a man of many problems up against some scary oddsAm we kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury godsAm it doesn’t happen overnight though, never, still i’m filled with wonderC lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runnerF zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, good night for you bad night for meC but i still love you lying down, k i s s i n gF not bad, not bad, not bad at all i tried your shoes onC cigarettes and crucifixes, ingmar bergman, alphonse mouzonG really boring modern music, really boring modern girlAm get me out of here, i’m drowning, i don’t like this modern worldAm anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talentC crying eyes, we’re so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silentF what do i know, who am i, my two left feet my big dumb faceC i’d do the same if i had the chance, cheat the system, rig the raceF it’s all one big misunderstanding, inside out i turn my coatC don’t look back don’t move a muscle, one false move that’s all she wroteG zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, zoom, kick, persuasion, techAm zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech
Blood Of A Young Wolf
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