Am             Em       Dm
Unconscious of echoing tragedy
      Am      Em       Dm
We line up to join the parade
         Am        Em           Dm
But our elbows are stuck in the mud again
        Am          Em        Dm
And our houses have all flown away

Am                                    E
There's a song that we've thrown from corpse to corpse
Am                                 E
In the fleshes that we carry with us
Am                        E
It's written in caches of serpentine (who do you turn to?)
Am                          E
In tunnels and grey pigeons nests (who do you turn to?)

Am            C    F               D
Treads of the tank searchlight the street
Am               C     F           D
Scratched of the lists ash and the heat
Am           C               F          D
Throwing the kitchen knives off of the roof
Am                           C
But when they look up to the house-tops
        F        D
there's no one to shoot

Am             C   F               D
Treads of the tank searchlight the street
Am               C     F           D
Scratched of the lists ash and the heat
Am                       C       F        D
But we broke through the curfew and into the street
Am                             C                          F                D
If you let them take anything they'll take everything

Am                   Em           Dm
They laughed when my aunt won the lottery
Am                    Em          Dm
They laughed when the cattle cars came
Am               Em          Dm
They shot me for stealing a crust of bread
Am                 Em          Dm
But they gave me a loaf when I begged

Am                                    E
There's a song that we've thrown from corpse to corpse
Am                                E
In the fleshes that we carry with us
Am                        E
It's written in caches of serpentine (who do you turn to?)
Am                           E
In tunnels and grey pigeons nests (who do you turn to?)

Am            C    F               D
Treads of the tank searchlight the street
Am               C     F           D
Scratched of the lists ash and the heat
Am           C              F          D
Throwing the kitchen knives off of the roof
Am                           C
But when they look up to the house-tops
        F         D
there's no one to shoot

Am            C    F               D
Treads of the tank searchlight the street
Am               C      F          D
Scratched of the lists ash and the heat
Am                       C         F         D
But we broke through the curfew and into the street
Am                   C                F         D
If you let them take anything they'll take everything