The Mountain Goats - Brisbane hotel sutra

^D On the crooked road that t^Aook me north ^G And brought me home a^Dgain ^D From the pit of writhing s^Aerpents ^G Out to the lion's d^Den ^D Where the labyrinth is light^Aless ^Bm And the faithless wander ^F#mcrazed ^G Let the light rise from the ^Ddarkness ^A Let his name be praised ^D

^D From the sunrise of my chil^Adhood ^G To its premature demise ^{D D} From my mother's best int^Aentions ^G To my stepdad's seething ^Deyes ^D From the hidden self-inf^Alicted wounds ^Bm That flowered in later ^F#mdays ^G To the folly of their ^Dlearning ^A Let his name be praised ^D

^D In the holes the worms have ^Aeaten ^G Through all once-treasured ^Dthings ^D From the wet mouth of the ^Avulture ^G To the red tips of his ^Dwings ^D In the dazed eyes of the ^Apenitent ^Bm Emerging from the ^F#mmaze ^G In his wordless expla^Dnations ^A Let his name be praised ^D