Hợp âm A Wild, Shameless Plain

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[Verse 1]
[A5]Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at
the bank [Am]of the [A5]swamp
And [Am]carved [A5]in to statues
of arthritic god[C]s
[Eb]Or the h[D5]andles of bl[A5]unt swords that you'll one da[Am]y ruin up[D5]on,
[B5][Eb]
[D5]With your [Eb]eyes [G5]cover[Bb]ed in mi[A5]ss
[Am]Shot

[Verse 2]
[C]down [Eb]in it[Am]s sl[A5]eep,[Eb][A5][Am]
[Bb5]The big [A5]game of the world [Am]wide
garbage [G#5]heap[B][B5][B]
[G5]You mounted

[Verse 3]
its head on
your wall [Eb]The prize?
Hol[G#5]lowed [B]out eye[B5]s,
[G5]mold in the crack[E5]s of its [G5]skull
The [D#]fur is m[G5]atted with blood and its tongue wet
with mother[E5]'s milk[C#m]
[G5]Gates [B5]opened [B]wide

[Verse 4]
[C#m]and
[G5]bedlam [E5]came[C#m]
[G5]Wise [B5]men were [B]forced [C#m]in[A]
[G5]to a layman's tr[E5]ade[C#m]
With [G5]nothi[B5]ng but t[B]ime,
[C#m]chaos [G5]reigns[E5][G5][B5][B]
A great [G5]quiet has fol[E5]lowed you [G5]to here[Eb]
A [G5]bluster[G#5]ing wind [B]wit[B5]h not[G5]hing of
worth in its heart [Eb]or hands
[Bb]Your leg[A5] acy[Am] is "A dull catalog
[Bb5]of com[Am]mon things"
You've never even [Bb5]seen[Am]
the blood you've drawn
Or looked in the eyes
Of [Bb]the kill [Am]you claim was [C]yours
[Eb]before tak[Am]ing your picture [Eb]with it