Chords for Colour Revolt - These Few Presidents

_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
[G] At your [Bb] house, [Gb] the smell of our [Gm] still living human [Bbm] bodies in oven [G]
gas.
You pray to nothing [E] out [Bbm] loud.
_ [D]
Two [Gm] first names and [Bb] an amp _ [Gm]
embroidered proudly on a kitchen [Bb] towel. _ _
[G] You're a beautiful and violent [F] word _ [Gm] with a skinny neck of [C] a Chinese [Bbm] bird [G] in an ancient faded [F] painting. _
[G] And if you're in heaven _ waiting, you made it there [Bb] fighting,
a tightest [G] kite string, a bad [F] storm with lightning. _ _ _ _
And [G] all these few [Bb] _ _
presidents [Gm] drowning in my [Bb] pocket _ [D] can _ persuade [Fm] no god _ [G] to let me let [C] you talk.
[G] And all these few [Bb] _ presidents [G] _
drowning in my [Bb] pocket [G] can _ persuade no [F] god to let me [Gm] let [F] you talk. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] Even though I haven't seen you in years, [Bb] yours is a funeral [Cm] I'd fly to [G] from anywhere.
[Gm] I _ _ _ _ thought I had [Bb] a pebble in my [Gm] side.
I shook it off [Bb] and took out a [G] roster.
It stumbled out lost [Bb] and with it I thought,
[G] There is no page [Bbm] street worthy _ [G] for your [Bbm] perfect _ _ [Gm] Scandinavian feet.
My crooked [Bbm] Chinese fingers grow [G] _ the machinery [Bbm] of your throne.
_ _ And [Gm] all these few [Bb] _ _ presidents [G] drowning in my [Bb] pocket _ [G] can persuade [Fm] no god [G] to let me let you [C]
talk.
[G] And all these [Bbm] few _ presidents [G] drowning in my [Bb] pocket _ [G] can persuade no [Fm] god to let me let [C] you talk.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb]
Even though I [Cm] haven't seen you in years, [Eb] yours [Bb] is a funeral [C] I'd fly to [G] from anywhere. _ _