Misc Your Songs - Ragon linde - anthropocene

^C#m7Every new a^F#7ge is the death of another This ^G7is, must be, will be t^A7oo ^C#m7Every new age,^F#7 dear, is the death of another Of ^G7the old.^A7 breaking ground for the new ^B7 Anthropo^C#m7cene.

^F7This will b^G7e. Will ^Am7be the death of you. ^F7This will b^G7e. Will ^Am7be the death of you.

Our hub^C#m7ris has come u^F#7ndone We’^G7ve sucke^A7d out all petroleum We’^C#m7ve built ou^F#7r cities in the sand ^G7Spray pain^A7ted boxes criss-cross our land

^C#m7Two billion, two hu^F#7ndred twenty-two million, three hundred sixty-six thousand, ^G7six hundred ^A7fifty four tons of food plundered ^C#m7just this year^F#7 to feed us. Just this year. ^G7This is the face^A7 of seven billion The eart^C#m7h’s become our ^F#7pavilion ^G7Hastily built a^A7nd e^C#m7asy to clear.

^F7This will b^G7e. Will ^Am7be the death of you. ^F7This will b^G7e. Will ^Am7be the death of you.

^C#m7We are the ants and^F#7 this is our pile ^G7King of the mo^A7untains Damn! This is the face of seven billion The Eart^C#m7h’s now my pavilion ^F#7 Our new^G7 age is one lon^A7g regression toward the mean Anthrop^C#m7ocene ^{F#7 G7 A7}