The Decemberists - Rox in the box

We get the ^Amrocks in the box, get the ^Cwater right down to your ^Gsocks This ^Embulkheads built of fallen brethren ^Ambones We all ^Amdo what we can, we en^Cdure our fellow ^Gman And we ^Emsing our songs to the headframes, creeps and ^Ambones

And it's ^Fone, two, three, of the ^Cwrong side of the lee What we ^Gmeant for, what we ^Ammeant for And its ^Fseven, eight, nine, you get your ^Cshuffle back in line And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain

And you ^Amwon't make it time on this ^Cgray ground of mountain ^Gmine Of ^Emdirt your made and of dirt you will ret^Amurn So ^Amwhile were living here, let's ^Cget this other one thing ^Gclear There's ^Emplenty of men to die, you don't jump your^Am turn

And it's ^Fone, two, three, of the ^Cwrong side of the lee What we ^Gmeant for, what we ^Ammeant for And its ^Fseven, eight, nine, you get your ^Cshuffle back in line And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain

And it's ^Fone, two, three, of the ^Cwrong side of the lee What we ^Gmeant for, what we ^Ammeant for And its ^Fseven, eight, nine, you get your ^Cshuffle back in line And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain And ^Gif you ever make it to ten you won't make it ^Amagain