My Thoughts They Too Will Tire

Lick over G repeated throughout the song Lick played in the intro and in between verses (not in the album version G Leave your answers for the bones, Em It’s not just you alone who knows Am Em That the shadows ‘neath the road G Won’t last forever. G But listen in the meantime, though, Em As the cannons on the noon explode Am Em And the statesman and the pauper G Pass by together. Dm And as the gunman blinded by the sun C Aims for the sky and the fires G That sired his vision, Dm His hands are tied to the eyes C of the children’s minds G And the line of knives that bind time C G With every incision. G/F# G/E And as they pull on the noose G/F G/E That his bullets and their ruthlessness G Have inspired, G/F# G/E G My hands, they too, will tire. G From the leaking pores of the piss poor Em To the royal blood drawn from old folk lore Am Em - each a man, made, born, lured, or torn G From a mother. G And they’ll be some who bleed the others dry, Em With aspirations not to die, Am Em But to death means no more or less G than any other. Dm And where the minors of kindness pry deep C Into the weeping trials provided by G The gold torch left bare and unprotected, Dm The blazing hands of the dog eat dog band’s C Only wish is not to go to the grave G Without being Respected. G/F# G/E And as they look upon the angel choir G/F Who sing songs so far G/E G From what they desire, G/F# G/E G My eyes, they too, will tire. G As excursions wane the Jester’s game Em To trick-reap the lands for other’s gains, Am Em Now money maintains the way G In which they suffered. G Which once was clear a row of arms in chains Em Now appear as nothing changed - Am Em Restrained by wages, the sovereign slaves G Wage war on each other. Dm And as the suits and sullied saints C Taint the buck that Lady Luck struck G With a hunter armed with hunger, Dm He’s fed to death with one hand C And led along with the other Towards the wealth that G She’ll bury him under. G/F# G/E And as he ponders his position G/F G/E Where the condition of his sanity G Seems dire, G/F# G/E G My mind, it too, will tire. G If man made god, and god judged man, Em Then man shed god of both god’s hands, Am Then whose divine right is it Em G To write the laws that govern? G The strongest armed, the loudest bark? Em The button braced for exodus dark? Am Em Both right and wrong have masters G Marked above them. Dm And where the crusader wraps himself C In his flag of stars G To mask his moral scars and his marred ambition, Dm The crossed has burned C Not only in his field of graves But in the minds of those men G Ashamed of their old tradition. G/F# G/E And as they call into the wind G/F G/E In the hopes to catch the ear G of their guilty Messiah, G/F# G/E G My voice, it too, will tire. G The ancient pen of speech re-writes Em The erudite machine of night, Am Em As the T.V. quotes the quill G And makes the martyrs; G Ideas, ideals, idols augment Em The clear intent of wars decent - Am Em Each an idiom of truth G That can’t be bartered. Dm But when the gas-masked masters C Cast a cloud around the crowd G They’ll herd to heaven, Dm The preachers and the guzzlers C Will both agree that a country G Can’t be great Without a weapon. G/F# G/E And as they bleed into the wine glasses G/F Of the heroes G/E G They’ve all been taught to admire, G/F# G/E G My heart, it too, will tire. G You’ll observe it as the road unfolds, Em That what you live is what you know, Am Em And the bricks that have no tears G To flows in tatters. G And I lose my strength to put to words Em An attempt at truth drawn undisturbed Am By right or wrong, Em G Or if it even matters. Dm And on the stone were the prophet C Loaned his eyes to the passers by G And contemplated what they could acquire, Dm C They celebrate the haze that marks the day One way in which the greys G Won’t raise any higher. G/F# And when they laugh G/E G/F At how the colours of their visions G/E G Burn bright as holy fire, G/F# G/E G My hatred, it too, will tire. G/F# G/E G My hatred, it too, will tire.