Andrew Bird - Archipelago

^EmWhat if one day we just refused to ^G7play? ^CWith no one to hate, they'd be out of ^Ea job ^EmYou've gone off script, you just ca^G7n't walk away Leave us ^Amnaked, fleeced and ra^Dcked with sobs

^GWho^Da ^FWe're locked in a deat^Ch grip and it's taking its^G toll W^Ghen our enem^Dies are what ^Fmake us wh^Cole ^GListen to ^Dme N^Fo more exc^Cuses, no more ap^Gathy ^GThis ain't no archipel^Dago, no r^Femote ato^Cll

All my ^Emenemies, they just fall in ^G7love with me Keeping ^Cus distracted while the till ge^Ets robbed Al^Eml our cries were cried Now ^G7there are no sides ^AmTry selling that one to an an^Dgry mob

^GWho^Da ^FJ. Edgar Hoov^Cer wore a white mink st^Gole ^GHis enem^Dies are what made him w^Fhole Oh, what made him w^Chole (His enemies are what made him whole^G) ^GWho^Da ^FA three-headed m^Conster swallows Tok^Gyo H^Ger enemies are what make her wh^Dole (Her enemies^C are what make her wh^Gole) W^Ghoa(^DOur enemies are what make us whole) ^FWe're locked in a de^Cath grip and it's taking its ^Gtoll W^Ghen our enem^Dies are what make us wh^Fole (Our enemies are what make us ^Cwhole) ^G W^Gho^Da(Our enemies are what make us whole) N^Fo more excu^Cses, no more apath^Gy T^Ghis ain't no archipel^Dago, no remote ato^Fll^C