Okkervil River - The war criminal rises and speaks

The heart wants to ^Cfeel. The heart wants to ^Emhold The heart takes past ^AmSubway, past Stop and Shop, past Beal's, and calls it coming ^Fhome The heart wants a ^Dmtrail away from ^Galone So the heart turns a ^Dmsale into a ^Fwell-worn mile^Gstone

The heart wants soft ^Cfurniture, fought-for fast ^Emfood Defended end t^Amable that holds paperbacks and back U.S. ^FNews The mind turns an ^Dmitch into a ^Gbruise And the hands start to ^Dmtwitch and theyre feeling ^Fill-use^Gd

But you're almost ^Cback now, you can see by the ^Emsigns From the bank you tell the ^Amtemperature and then the time, and the billboard reads some^F headlines The head wants to ^Dmturn, to avert both its e^Gyes But the mind wants to ^Dmlearn of some truth that might be in^Fside reported ^Gcrimes

So they found a lieu^Ctenant who killed a village of ^Emkids After finishing ^Amoff the wives, he wiped off his knife and that's what he ^Fdid And they're not claiming ^Dmthat theres any excusing ^Git That was thirty years ^Dmback, and they just get paid for the facts the ^Fway they got them ^Gin

Now hes rising and ^Cnot denying. His hands are shaking, but ^Emhes not crying And hes saying ^Amhow did I climb out of a life so boring in^Fto that moment? Please ^Gstop ignoring the ^Cheart inside, oh you readers at ^Emhome! While you gasp at my ^Ambloody crimes, please take the time to make your heart my ^Fhome Where I'm forgiven by ^Dmtime, where I'm cushioned by ^Ghope Where I'm numbed by long ^Dmdrives, where I'm talked off or ^Fdoped^G

Does the heart want to a^Ctone? Oh^Em, I believe that its so Because if I could climb ^Amback through time, I'd restore their lives and then give back my ^Fown Ten times now its ^Dmsize on a far distant ^Groad In a far distant ^Dmtime where every night I'm still crying, en^Ftirely a^Glone

But the ^Fnews today always ^Gfades away as you dri^Amve by Until at ^Fdinnertime when you ^Clook into her ^Geyes Lit by e^Fvening sun - that, as u^Gsual, comes from a^Cbove that straight, un^Ambroken line ^FThe hori^Gzon - its ^Fris^Ging seems a ^Cgi-^Gven^Am Just like ^Fyour li-^Gving

Your hearts warm and ^Ckind. Your mind is your ^Emown So our blood-spattered ^Amcriminal is inscrutable; dont worry, he w^Font Rise up behind your ^Dmeyes and take wild ^Gcontrol Say "hes not of this ^Dmtime, he fell out of a ^Fhole^G"