The Ballroom Thieves - Oak

Brave, ^Cbottles crowd the ocean^Am floor ^FBound by rot, the scapegoats Of their s^Calesmen on the sh^Gore Oh, the b^Castards of our n^Amatur^Fal war They may have l^Cost this time But no^G one's keeping s^Ccore

Well c^Courage straightens up its c^Amhin ^FBurns the maps and runs With upraised^C arms into the wi^Gnd Oh, and for^Ctune tears it limb^Am fr^Fom limb Says "That b^Ced looks warm But I'^Gm not coming ^Cin"

^Dm Ooh-^Gooh,^Dm Ooh-o^Goh ^COo^Goo^Amooo^Goo^Fooh

Oh, now ^Ccharm still spars with mis^Ambelief ^FTill time has rung its bell And captained o^Cne to its kne^Ges Oh, more st^Cubborn than an old oa^Amk t^Free And when she sm^Ciles she shows her ^Gteeth

And now h^Cavoc wreaks itself to sl^Ameep ^FPlunders tact and pride and sinks Its roo^Cts in far too d^Geep And in this da^Crkness only hate ca^Amn s^Fee So ^Ckeep your fires bu^Grning for me

^DmThick skinned and nev^Ger growing old ^DmDesire cries and tries to ^Greason with your soul Saying ^CI kn^Gow w^Amhat y^Gou ne^Fed I could k^Ceep y^Gou ^Amcomp^Gan^Fy ^CGreed gr^Gins ^Ameage^Grl^Fy Says it's goddamn ea^Gsy being m^Ce