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


[Verse]
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
(run*)
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
(run*)                C      
        the fatal flaw of the red age


[Chorus]
               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


[Verse]
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 
(run*)
        that send us back to the drawing board.

[Break]
Am  D  
Am  D  
Am  D  
Am


[Bridge]
       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 E E D

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


[Verse]
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      Am       D       Am      D   E
        We are a brutal kiiiiiiiiiiindd.

[Chorus]
C                F                      C
     Cuz this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
                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
Wooo-ooo
Am                     D
Wooo-ooo
Am                     D            E
Wooo-ooo