An American Prayer

Em
  We need great golden copulations
Em
  The fathers are cackling in trees 
of the forest
                                Am7
Our mother is dead in the sea
Em                                
  Do you know we are being lead to
                 Am7
 slaughter by placid admirals
         Em
And that fat slow generals are 
getting obscene on young blood?
Em
  Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?


[Verse 1]
Em
  The moon is a dry blood beast
    Em
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers

In the next block of green vine
Em
Amassing for warfare on innocent 
herdsman who are just dying
Em
  O' great creator of being, grant 
us one more hour to perform our art 
and perfect our lives
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Em
  The moths and atheists are doubly 
divine and dying
Dm
  We live, we die, and death not 
ends it


[Verse 2]
Em
  Journey we more into the Nightmare

Cling to life our passioned flower

Cling to Cunts & Cocks of despair
Em
  We got our final vision by clap
                     Em
Columbus's groin got filled with 
green death

I touched her thigh and death smiled


[Verse 3]
Gm7
   We have assembled inside this 
ancient and insane theatre
   Gm7
To propagate our lust for life and 
flee the swarming wisdom of the 
streets
Gm7
  The barns are stormed

The windows kept
Gm7
   And only one of all the rest to 
dance and save us with the divine 
mockery of words
        Gm7
Music inflames temperament


[Interlude]
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[Tag]
Gm7
   When the true King's murderers 
are allowed to roam free
  Gm7
A 1000 Magicians arise in the land
C
 Where are the feasts we are 
promised?
N.C.
Where is the wine, The new wine, 
dying on the vine?