Tally Hall - Sacred beast

^CWe^F l^Cive in the service of the King ^CAl^Fmi^Gghty in control of everything ^FAs^G t^Emhe ^AQueen decides who lives and dies, tonight we will sing ^FLove was never more than simple

^Geasiest thing ^COu^Fr ^Cmission is to slay the Sacred Beast ^CWh^Fo ^Ghas come to claim our innocence, at least ^FAn^Gd ^Emalt^Ahough the gang before us lived to die, as his feast ^FWe'll be riding high and swinging F, Cx3 ::whistle:: ^Gtil we're deceased

^CmFir^Gst^Ab of^Eb all, we know that we are dying for our lives ^AbWan^Ebting for naught, and no surprise ^DbSo ^Cmthe^Bbre ^Abwill need to be a war for love ^DbA f^Cmigh^Bbt i^Abn spite of Death above Db Cm Bb Ab Eb~F Biting the hand that feeds its own demise

^CWe^F t^Chought we had found a separate peace ^CWe^F t^Ghought all our pain had finally been released ^FBu^Gt ^Emas ^Along as we're alive, we'll never rest in one piece ^FMeanwhile they'll(?) join in whistling F, Cx3 G ::whistle::

^CmWor^Gst^Ab of^Eb all it knows its only truth is made of lies ^AbWan^Ebting for aught and ever wise ^DbSo ^Cmthe^Bbre ^Abwill need to be a compromise ^DbEas^Cmier^Bb to^Ab close our eyes Db Cm Bb Ab Eb~F Seeing the other sides of our disguise

^CWe^F t^Chought love was only nice or mean ^CPe^Frh^Gaps it's something vaguely in between ^FSo^G w^Emhil^F#e neighbors fight to paint their yards the best shades of green ^FWe'll be in the garden growing F, Cx3 ::whistle: