Anarchy Of Dirt

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   I got sober like a  man drowning
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   like a fish breathing, like Dracula sunbathing
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   in a place where the ground itself will stab you
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the land itself will cut you, it will kill you if it's able
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   I arrived so certain I was ready
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   but nowadays I think there is no hurry
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   to return to the anarchism of the worms
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without God or Master there,   six feet underneath the earth
G     Am      F           C    G    Am    F
          the anarchy of dirt

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   I keep living like a  crosswire
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   like sabotage, like a lock glued shut
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   the ones like us seek each other like a brick finds glass
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like a fascist meets a grave, like sharks to blood
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we gather what we can of shattered selves and face each other
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I'll let the darkness speak for me when my bones won't listen
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   'til I return to the communism of the worms
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without God or Master there,  six feet underneath the earth
G     Am      F               C    G    Am    F
          the commune of the dirt

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   I sleep at night like a  flaming tire
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   like city traffic blocked, like bottles at police
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   I wake up and tell myself, “live like you mean it”
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I don't know the stakes I play, but they're worth everything to me
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   and I know that you're always tired comrade
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just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
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   when we return to the anarchism of the worms
C              G           Am          F              C
without God or Master there,  six feet underneath the earth
G     Am      F           C
          the anarchy of dirt
G     Am      F                     C
          the commune of the dirt