Daggers Blades And Billy Clubs

Dm F C Gm 8x Dm Carry out the bodybags F Put 'em up against the wall C Measure everybody cause Gm Everyone is gonna fall Dm Take all the measurements F And put 'em in a little book C Measure every single soul Gm Before them souls oh they get took Dm F Christ may be a'comin' but C Gm He just might be too late Dm F The soldiers drill their rifle skills C Gm On the enemies we hate Dm F Billionaires eat little babies C Gm Served on golden plates Am Dm It's too late for us all Dm We're gonna fall Dm We're gonna fa-ah-ah-ah-al Dm We're gonna fall Dm Nevermind the president F We don't have a president C The residents resent the rent Gm That every single renter spends Dm Daggers, blades, and billy clubs F Now belong to everyone C Grab yourself a weapon and Gm Come get in on all the fun Dm F Love was what we needed but C Gm Debt was what we got Dm F The virgin mother bleeds tonight C Gm That blood is sticky hot Dm F Everyone belongs to someone C Gm Everyone is bought Am Dm It's too late for us all Dm We're gonna fall Dm We're gonna fa-ah-ah-ah-al Dm We're gonna fall Dm Am Ooh ooh ooh ooh C Gm Ooh ooh ooh ooh Dm Am Ooh ooh ooh ooh C Gm Ooh ooh ooh ooh Dm Am Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh C Gm Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Dm Am Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh C Gm Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Dm Sacrifice our baby boys and F Sell away our baby girls C Trade away their baby hearts and Gm Give away their baby curls Dm Tell a lie when you wake and F Tell another every day and C Soon the truth is broken glass Gm Strewn along our passageway Dm F Here's a little hurt for you C Gm Do you want a little more? Dm F 'Cause everybody's dealin' hurt C Gm It's an easy fix to score Dm F There's no getting outta here and C Gm We've tried it all before Am Dm It's too late for us all Dm We're gonna fall Dm We're gonna fa-ah-ah-ah-al Dm We're gonna fall Dm Say goodbye while you can F 'Cause everyone is in demand C Gm Everyone is gonna generate Gm A billion winnin' hands Dm We will all be millionaires F Living high on easy street and C We will own the Brooklyn Bridge Gm All one hundred thirty feet Dm F Love is what we wanted but C Gm All we got was hope and Dm F Hope is just like wishin and C Gm Wishin makes us choke but Dm F Nevermind the truth of it C Gm 'Cause we gotta go Am Dm It's too late for us all