Oak

C Am Brave, bottles crowd the ocean floor F Bound by rot, the scapegoats C G Of their salesmen on the shore C Am F Oh, the bastards of our natural war C They may have lost this time G C But no one's keeping score C Am Well courage straightens up its chin F Burns the maps and runs C G With upraised arms into the wind C Am F Oh, and fortune tears it limb from limb C Says "That bed looks warm G C But I'm not coming in" Dm G Dm G Ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh C G Am G F Oooooooooooh C Am Oh, now charm still spars with misbelief F Till time has rung its bell C G And captained one to its knees C Am F Oh, more stubborn than an old oak tree C G And when she smiles she shows her teeth C Am And now havoc wreaks itself to sleep F Plunders tact and pride and sinks C G Its roots in far too deep C Am F And in this darkness only hate can see C G So keep your fires burning for me Dm G Thick skinned and never growing old Dm G Desire cries and tries to reason with your soul C G Am G F Saying I know what you need C G Am G F I could keep you company C G Am G F Greed grins eagerly G C Says it's goddamn easy being me