Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 [Verse 1] Am Pale horse songs of a slow decline Fmaj7 Sideshow words if the songs don't mind C G-d gave Noah the rainbow sign Fmaj7 No more water, is the H-Bomb next time? Am Pale horse vows in a grave I-do-yes-definitely reply Fmaj7 Smile for the camera at a 'church' nearby C Threw a mute curse at the Boise sky Fmaj7 For my fucked up Napoleon-of-St.-Helena-hairline Am Black horse leaping when the frogs withdrew Fmaj7 The parable of the plums where the olives grew C Clouded rearrangement of sounds we knew: Fmaj7 An Idaho sunset for my own private Waterloo Am Pale horse songs of a slow decline Fmaj7 Side show words if our moms don't mind: C Cloud gave no one a rainbow sign-- Fmaj7 Six-point starred ink flag next time? [Instrumental] Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am [Verse 2] Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 Sh'ma Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 Qul Huwa-llahu Ahad Allah hus-Samad Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 Sh'ma Yisrael Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Eḥad C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 Qul Huwa-llahu Ahad Allah hus-Samad Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 Am Fmaj7 [Instrumental] Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 [Verse 3] Am With imperial crowns we were 'sent' Fmaj7 Dsus2 Riding out conquest-bent Daylight is breaking Am Wielding the sanctified sword Fmaj7 Dsus2 For the army of the Scarecrow Lord Daylight is breaking Am Balancing scales at our feet Fmaj7 Dsus2 Measuring out two pounds of barley, six pounds of buckwheat Am Beasts of the Battersea Shield Fmaj7 Dsus2 At the opening of the fourth seal Am The sky, I'd been told Would roll up like a scroll Fmaj7 Dsus2 As the mountains and islands moved from their place Am And the sun would turn black As a dead raven's back Fmaj7 Dsus2 But there's nowhere to hide From the Judge's face Am After which message-less birds take flight without cause Fmaj7 Dsus2 To the silence they've heard in the absence of laws Am Fmaj7 Dsus2 Or imperial crowns: Unsent, unsigned [Verse 4] Am The other night I dreamt I was finally out of college Fmaj7 In my own pair of sandals, I had turned into my father C Whistling our tune about the Rio Grande Fmaj7 Like an anchorite in June I took hold of my own hand Am And started on the Abrahamic joke we knew Fmaj7 About apostrophes and pronouns and you-remember-who C "But let's keep that silly punchline between me and you Fmaj7 Little Haroon And the man in the moon." [Outro] Am Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 Am