Muck And Mire

Am

[Verse]
                                G
I must drag my body through the muck
 and mire
                        Am
Gather branches for its funeral pyre
                           G
Twigs I would rather twist into 
nests
                            Am
Or whittle wooden wings and fly

[Chorus]
                      G
But they said, hey oh dig another 
well
The water reeks of sulfur and it's 
Am
red as hell
               G
Oh, oh rip the curbing all away
                              Am
Throw the wood on the funeral pyre

[Bridge]
Am
I'd call on my lord but he can't 
help me now
Continúa después del anuncio
I'd fall on my sword if I only knew 
F
how to believe there's nothing above

Only absence of breath, of hatred 
and love
           Am
But it was born into me and if I 
can't burn it out

I'll forge all my swords into blades
 of a plow
    F                              
And toil all my days in those 
     Am
fields of fire
           G                       
And I will welcome those flames in 
          Am
a funeral pyre

[Instrumental]
Am F Am G Am

[Verse]
Am                              G
I must drag my body through the muck
 and mire
                        Am
Gather branches for its funeral pyre
                           G
Twigs I would rather twist into 
nests
                            Am
Or whittle wooden wings and fly

[Chorus]
                      G
But they said, hey oh dig another 
well
The water reeks of sulfur and it's 
Am
red as hell
               G
Oh, oh rip the curbing all away
                      Am
Throw the wood on the funeral pyre

[Otro]
Am Am F G
Am Am F G

Am                            F
We file down our fangs on the bones 
of our foes
G                              
And curse their names with blood 
          Am
swollen tongues
We file down our hearts on the 
F
kindness of friends
     G                         Am
Pick them up and cut them down again