Of Montreal - Belle glade missionaries

Belle Glade ^F#missionaries are here to steal ^F#your cocaine, You better send ^F#your malaria to punc^B7ture their brains and, ^Bm7 Send them back to where they came ^F#from. ^D Send them ^Dmaj7back to the s^D7avannas of di^F#sease.

From your first ^F#psychotic episode to your drug-in^F#duced schizophrenia, It's your^F# dysphoric mania that^B7 makes you so likable, ^Bm7 And everybody wanna sa^F#ve you.

^DSave you ^Dmaj7just for them^D7sel^F#f. [Chorus] They're letting ^D#mchildren get blown up in their ^C#schools today So they can ^D#mget them back into their ^C#factories You know it ^A#mpains me to see you all being^E so be^Atrayed But I ^G#mguess you'll never know, so it doesn't ^C#matter Doesn't ^C#7matter!

My fever ^F#must be high because these bitter ^F#winter winds, Have made the bones ^F#in my jaw go hollow, ^B7 And there's a sense ^Bm7 that there's a prowler on the pra^F#irie. ^D Leaving ^Dmaj7hair on the ^D7wal^F#ls.

We helped to fla^F#tten the sounds that bound down ^F#Dolores Street, And my greatest fe^F#ar released, Into some^B7one else's consciousness ^Bm7 and now it's theirs to contend^F# with. ^D Ah, but ^Dmaj7still there's these ^D7razors to pre^F#tend with.

They're letting ^D#mchildren get blown up in their ^C#schools today So they can ^D#mget them back into their ^C#factories You know it ^A#mpains me to see you all being^E so de^Aceived, But I ^G#mguess you'll never know, so it doesn't ^C#matter

^Fm I have a sense you want to be, The ^D#female Henry Miller, Cynically re^A#mferring to your lovers as your pricks and, Exploiting ^C#other people's madness.

^Fm On Nexus you claimed to have called out to me, Tele^D#pathically through all archaic mediums, But I ^A#mnever once heard you, so,^A#m7 I think you were just ^C#lying again. ^C#7

I feel like I've ^F#been Becket's Molloy'd, Like something nat^F#ure people avoid, Like all my talent's ^F#been destroyed, Like I'm a pa^B7ra-spectral voice, ^Bm7With no choices at the pr^F#esent.

^D Still there's a ^Dmaj7value in ^D7things unpl^F#easant. [Verse 6] Well, you post ^F#naked GIFs of your epi^F#leptic fits, And keep track ^F#of your hits and your friends ^B7don't give a shit, And ^Bm7view your fugues with amu^F#sement. ^D All the ^Dmaj7evil in the ^D7universe, There are no vic^D7tims, only parti^F#cipants.

They're letting ^D#mchildren get blown up in their ^C#schools today, So they can ^D#mget them back into their ^C#factories. You know it ^A#mpains me to see you all being^E so be^Atrayed, But I ^G#mguess you'll never know, so it doesn't ^C#matter.

^C#7Doesn't matter! [Instrumental] F#

Can't trust ^F#my instincts late^F#ly, ^F#They don't feel orga^F#nic. ^F#They feel more synthe^F#tic, ^F#They feel more synthe^F#tic, ^F# More synthe^F#tic, ^F# Synthe^F#tic, ^F# Synthe^F#tic