Bright Eyes - Easy lucky free

Did it all^A get real' I guess it's real enough. They got refri^F#mgerators full of blood another century^E spent pointing guns at anything that moves. ^E7 Sometimes I worry th^Aat I've lost the plot, My twitchin' muscles^F#m tease my flippin' thoughts. I never real^Ely dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground ^E7

But it's all^E I'm doing now - listening for patterns in the so^F#mund Of an endl^Eess static sea. ^E7 But once the satelli^Ete's deceased, it blows like garbage through the st^F#mreets Of the nig^Eht sky to infinity.

But don't you weep. ^A Don't you weep.^F#m There is nothi^Eng as lucky... ^E7 Honey, don't you weep. ^A Don't you weep. ^F#m There is nothi^Eng as lucky... as ^E7easy... or fr^Dee. ^A