Hard Times

           G
Scream thy jets off to Orion
E  Em
As drone blurs kin
        G
And the hills sing prayers of 
America
          Em
It's hard times we're in

[Chorus]
          G
It's hard times
          Em
It's hard times
          G
It's hard times
          Em
It's hard times

[Pre-Chorus]

Am                       C
Soon the only gentle voice you'll 
hear
                  Em
Is one you cannot know to fear
                      D
The kindest cut draws blood from 
filth
        C                          
As what fetes and feeds the toil of
  Em
 fallen men
              G
Albion sweeps limb from limb
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                     Am
As plucked by poison quill
                B7   G
But don't stand still

A Am Em

[Chorus]
     C          G      Em
It's hard, hard times
          C
It's hard times

G Em

[Bridge]
          G
Fear thee not, hands of our maker
  Em
Enchantment guilds sop
         G
First to war, you're meat for the 
satyrs
         Em
Its hard times is what you've got

[Chorus]
          G
It's hard times
     Em
Hard times
          D
It's hard times
     Em
Hard times

[Pre-Chorus]
      Am                   C
Soon, soon the only gentle voice 
you'll hear
              Em
Is one you cannot know to fear
                      D
The kindest cut draws blood from 
filth
        C                          
As what fetes and feeds the toil of
   Em
 fallen men
              G
Albion sweeps limb from limb
                     Am
As plucked by poison quill
                B7    G
But don't stand still

Em

[Chorus]
     C          G     Em
It's hard, hard times
     C          G     Em
It's hard, hard times
          C
It's hard times