Intro: D

      D
Let’s retire to our knees
With our books as our graces
    F#m
And kindly machines 
Of concern take our places
     Bm
Grow motorized trees
Build robotic faces
    F#m
Who smile on command
Who can mind their own business
      Em
We’ll hold human hands
               A
And rest human feet

         D
And what there shall we yield
In our own poor devotions?
     F#m
That pearl from the field
Cast back home to the ocean
          Bm
Would you cast out my fears
Or at least fix some tea
       F#m
In our cabbage white kingdoms
Of kings of no history
        Em
You can pack up your things
                        A
I would still wear your ring

       D
In the Chapelcross Towns
Of the battlescared mornings
     F#m
Fake leaves rustling sounds
Lay rattlesnake warnings
         Bm
From our homes underground
You can still hear them moaning
      F#m
Don’t cheat on your taxes
But as for your spouses
     Em
Dark secrets come out
              A
With comma or without

         D
When the tired young knees
Of your father walked out
       F#m
To the lord I disbelieve
But increase thou my doubt
       D
He sat down in the leaflessness 
A thousand more times
       F#m
I went back on my word
But I won’t go back this time
        Bm
Neither bondsman nor free
But a newspaper salesmen
    F#m
Who moves about words
(e.g. “death do us part”)
       Em
If our prayers are unheard
                      A
…Well our prayers are unheard.