e|--5----(5)----------------|
B|--5-----(5)------5-5-5-5--|
G|--7---(7)-(7)---7-5-------|
D|--7-----------------7-----|
A|--5-------------------7---|
E|--------------------------|


Am         D
        An address to the golden door
Am            D
        I was strumming on a stone again
Am              D                           E               
        pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched

D|-----------------|
A|--7--5-----------|
E|--------8--7-----|

a tragic opera in my mind...


Am             D
        and it told of a new design
Am               D 
        in which every soul is duty bound
Am           D                               E
        to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies

D|-----------------|
A|--7--5-----------|
E|--------8--7-----|
                                  C        
the fatal flaw of the red age


               F                      C          
Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
             F                           C             
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
               D               F                   G          
and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time

Am             D
        So we burned all our uniforms 
Am             D
        and let nature take its course again 
Am           D                               E
        and the big ones just eat all the little ones 

D|-----------------|
A|--7--5-----------|
E|--------8--7-----|
      
        that send us back to the drawing board.


Am      D       (3 Vezes)

Am

       C  
In our darkest hours 
            G
we have all asked for some  
         F                                
angel to come                             
             C         G 
sprinkle his dust all around                                 
    C                                G                             
but all our crying voices they can't turn it around                
                F                           Am  D  Am         
you've had some crazy conversations of your own.


e|--7-7-7-5----(5)----------------|
B|--9-9-9-5-----(5)------5-5-5-5--|
G|--9-9-9-7---(7)-(7)---7-5-------|
D|--9-9-9-7-----------------7-----|
A|--7-7-7-5-------------------7---|
E|--------------------------------|


Am             D
        We've got rules and maps
    Am                       D
and guns in our backs but we still can't just
Am                 D                   E
behave ourselves even if to save our own lives so, says I,

D|-----------------|
A|--7--5-----------|
E|--------8--7-----|

                Am      D   (3 vezes)
WE ARE A BRUTAL KIND.

E       C

               F                      C          
Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dremt
             F                           C             
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
               D               F                   G          
Cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time.

Am      D       (3 Vezes)

E

e|------------------|
B|------------------|
G|--9--7------------|
D|--9--7--10--9--7--|
A|--7--5--10--9--7--|
E|--------8---7--5--|