Broken Breads

E                 A
I could have it
                      D
without the whores and their buggies
E                       A
I suppose their father knows best... where the wind goes
E                          A                  D
you could always see into the dark for miles around
E                      A
my job was to try and make a sound

A                          E
then I heard the call of
A                  E
I heard the call to
D
screaming "I don't wanna"
A               E
I saw the girls
A                      E
the new world minstrels
D
whispering "I don't wanna"
Bm                                 E                                  A  E  D  E
tormented kings, your children of the earth sing
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Bm                            E
under an embalmed clear sky
Bm                            E
under an embalmed clear sky

E                     A
I foresee that you'll be weakened
        D
the children of your cash
E                     A
I can tell you can't live without it
E                     A                        D
who was I to come between a whore and her money?
E                            A
yes there is a war, boys versus girls
D
clowns versus their curls

A  E  A  E  D  D  X2

Bm     E

A  E  D  E  Bm

     (You probably get the drift by now...)

I invested well
and heavily into your antics
I requested suicide blonde
loudly
yes there is a war
its much like the one I've been waiting for
boys versus girls
clowns versus their curls

I heard the call of
I heard the call to
screaming "I don't wanna"
I saw the pearls
the new world minstrels
whispering "I don't wanna"
tormented kings
your children of the earth sing
under an embalmed clear sky
under an embalmed clear sky