Los Campesinos! - To the boneyard

Respite ^Din twilight, space in the ^Bmcavity Wall ^Dat grandparent's house behind the ^Aapple tree ^G Where o^Dnce you sang with your ^Bmsiblings now Watching ^Dbodies bobbing down the stream, l^Aeaving the town ^G

I'm a p^Dicture of no flesh, ^Bmonly bones As we're s^Dtripping off my skin to run it ^Aup the pole ^G And s^Dalute the breeze that rip^Bmples the sheath Of the s^Dkeleton that's trembling on the ^Aground beneath ^G

^BmWalked your entire country ^F#mup the central ^Emreservation ^BmTake me to the boneyard, baby, ^F#mtake me to the b^Goneyard, baby ^BmThe deadest stare, the slackest hair,^F#m the saddest c^Emonservation ^BmTake me to the boneyard, baby, ^F#mtake me to the bo^Gneyard, baby

^DWe rifle through piles of bones For ^Dsomething to chew on, for something to own

Through my ^Dteenage years at my ^Bmmother's house Every ^Devening, six times, there comes a phone ^Acall to ask ^G "Where's my ^Ddaughter gone?" She moved six ^Bmyears ago Now rece^Diver's cold, the phone calls dry, there's ^Ano one home ^G And ^Dthat is what we ^F#mfeared the m^Gost

^BmWalked your entire country ^F#mup the central ^Emreservation ^BmTake me to the boneyard, baby, ^F#mtake me to the b^Goneyard, baby ^BmThe deadest stare, the slackest hair,^F#m the saddest c^Emonservation ^BmTake me to the boneyard, baby, ^F#mtake me to the bo^Gneyard, baby

^DWe rifle through piles of bones For ^Dsomething to chew on, for something to own ^DWe rifle through piles of bones For ^Dsomething to chew on, for something to own

And so ^Bmwe stitched our eyes and ^Gmouths closed Lest we ^Emopen them ^BmBreaking the seal that our ^Gbodies have ^Emformed As a ^Bmnatural defence just to ^Ghold back the ^Emsorrow That ^Bmfriends made today will be ^Gdeaths mourned ^Emtomorrow