Mewithoutyou - Chapelcross towns

Let’s ^Dretire to our knees With our books as our graces And ^F#mkindly machines Of concern take our places Grow ^Bmmotorized trees Build robotic faces Who ^F#msmile on command Who can mind their own business We’ll ^Emhold human hands And rest human ^Afeet

And what ^Dthere shall we yield In our own poor devotions? That ^F#mpearl from the field Cast back home to the ocean Would you ^Bmcast out my fears Or at least fix some tea In our ^F#mcabbage white kingdoms Of kings of no history You can ^Empack up your things I would still wear your ^Aring

In the ^DChapelcross Towns Of the battlescared mornings Fake ^F#mleaves rustling sounds Lay rattlesnake warnings From our ^Bmhomes underground You can still hear them moaning Don’t ^F#mcheat on your taxes But as for your spouses Dark ^Emsecrets come out With comma or ^Awithout

When the ^Dtired young knees Of your father walked out To the ^F#mlord I disbelieve But increase thou my doubt He sat ^Ddown in the leaflessness A thousand more times I went ^F#mback on my word But I won’t go back this time Neither ^Bmbondsman nor free But a newspaper salesmen Who ^F#mmoves about words (e.g. “death do us part”) If our ^Emprayers are unheard …Well our prayers are ^Aunheard.