The F#m might be a 7th or a minor 7th. There should be enough here to figure out the bass note pattern, (if you care about passing notes) but you can also just strum it. Also, if you've got time and cash you don't need, go to Brown Bird's site and donate to the lead singer's/guitarist's (David Lamb's) leukemia treatment. Help him out if you want them to keep making great music! They can't tour to make money due to his illness, and I don't know about you, but I wanna see them live one day. Comment if you have any corrections.

^BmI can't make my mood match the weather I can't make the weather do what I want ^Em ^F#so I've resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky ^A ^Emand I will live my days in darkness ^A'til I die ^Bm

I tried to be good, I was a failure

so I took to taking all the good men down ^Em ^F#it wasn't hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew ^A ^Emuntil all the two-shoes scattered un^Aderground ^Bm

^Bmyou could be right^A ^Emthey might come for me at night ^A ^F#in angry mobs with torches bright outside my do^F#mor ^Bmfor all my sp^Aite ^EmI might never win the fight ^A ^F#but I will rage against the light fore^F#mver more ^Bm

I drank the blood of angels from a bottle

just to see if I could call the lightning down ^Em ^F#it hasn't struck me yet and I would wage my soul to b^Aet ^Emthat there ain't no one throwing lightning anyh^Aow ^Bm

Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over

and you get to thinking fate's got different plans ^Em ^F#like maybe i'm not born to die but to bring darkness to the sky ^A ^Emand pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can ^A ^Bm

Bm A Em A F# F#m Bm A Em A F# F#m Bm

^Gand oh the hopelessly tender hearted ^F# ^Atend to sing the loudest of love ^Bm Em F#m Bm but m^F#7y sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie ^GI fold the grass over all they'^F#ve started ^Ato never see the light of the sun ^Bm ^Emas they dwell in darkn^F#mess so shall I ^Bm

don't try to come around here, spreading sentiments of cheer

you told your last wh^Emite lie, everything is not alright ^F#you hope, you pray, you love the lig^Aht of day ^Embut there's no one up there listening to^Anight ^Bm

Brown Bird - Blood of angels