Two Gallants - Waves of grain

P^Cray betray the dec^Geased, ^Am such an infamous ^Efreedom, such a militant ^Fpeace How dare they dist^Crust, do they know who we ^Gare ^C And Your progeny's ^Gbrave, ^Am their tract houses ^Ewaiting, pre-plucked and pre-^Fpaved To the ends of the ^CEarth, wife, kids and a ^Gcar

But ^Amoh no, no, I s^Gee them falling L^Fet's all pray for r^Cain, Le^Ft's all pray for ra^Cin And all your ^Gchildren are reared by ^Fpanic and fear But ^Amwhat when all your ^Gfields are rotten, y^Four waves of g^Crain, ^Famber waves of gr^Cain And your w^Gord is yet done: I^Fnbreed us 'till we're all the s^Came

^CAnd Your collection of ^Gtongues, ^Am you keep framed in your ^Eparlour, with your bibles and ^Fguns, the fetus of ^CChrist with a fistful of ^Gscars. ^C And your vision is ^Gclear, ^Am while you blind your own ^Ekind in a curtain of ^Ffear, your words twisted skyward^Cs distracted by ^Gstars.

But ^Amoh, no, no, the ^Gsky is falling. L^Fet's all pray for r^Cain, Le^Ft's all pray for ra^Cin. And you ^Gpour out your prayers and ^Fweep 'cause you care. But ^Amwhat when all your ^Gfields are rotten, y^Four waves of ^Cgrain, ^Famber waves of ^Cgrain? And you h^Gide the dead while my ^Ffriends head to die in your ^Cname.

A^Cnd This playground is ^Gyours ^Am spoke God when you ^Emet, behind closed ^Fdoors. Gesture your ^Chand and the pawns shall ^Gsubside ^C And though you play ^Galone, ^Am you never get ^Elonely, you never get ^Fbored. Who needs a ^Cfriend when God's on your ^Gside?

But ^Amoh, no, no, I ^Gsee them falling. L^Fet's all pray for r^Cain, Le^Ft's all pray for ra^Cin. And even I ca^Gn't pretend we're not n^Fear the end. But ^Amwhat when all your ^Gfields are rotten, y^Four waves of gr^Cain, a^Fmber waves of gr^Cain? When your d^Gays are done, ^FI hope you've had fun with your g^Came.

A^Cnd you accepted as f^Gact: ^Am Behold a white h^Eorse, with you on it's b^Fack, a bow in your h^Cand, a crown through your h^Gair. ^C And the oceans shall ^Grise ^Am and slap on the sh^Eores of mountainside^Fs. Great waves of progr^Cess shall wet the ^Gair.

But ^Amoh, no, no, the s^Gky is falling. L^Fet's all pray for r^Cain, ^FLet's all pray for r^Cain. And you ^Gfools in the back with your ^Fheads in your hats, But ^Amwhat when all your ^Gfields are rotten, y^Four waves of gr^Cain, ^Famber waves of gr^Cain? And my w^Gords won't be done, ^Fthey'll never be done 'till the ^Cend.