Verse
Cb A
Rip down the fences that fence the garden,
Cb A
There are mornings when the fruit seems to glisten under sun, with the jeweler's sick delight,
Cb C#m
And it's morning, and I'm starving, and the shadow-maker's shadow has hardened,
Cb Fb
17, in the morning, I'm crying out warnings in methamphetamines, not alright,
[Chorus 1]
Fb G
They play rough, rough, settle this stuff,
A G#m
We're all made of mothers, and not from some cloth,
A G#m
But the tail of a cloth, shall be the wearer-cloth,
C#m A Fb
In the dawn, by the river, I shall swallow my rage!
[Verse 2]
Cb A
Help me, opposer, but the tempest has brought a breath that's rotten,
Cb A
Well, it's 4 in the morning, and the boiler keeps twinkling as the trucks stretch into light,
Cb C#m
And the judge and his son, they were pigs, so I must flee from this garden,
Cb Fb
And I feel that the next land will be but a fat land, and I hope for the wind and his wolfish bite,
[Chorus 2]
Fb G
That bite, rough, rough, settle this stuff,
A G#m
Your fangs are but a page from the book of tough stuff,
A G#m
And the Welch's of wine, and I'm gonna pledge you their cups,
C#m A Fb
If only you could rise into a Saint Peter's life,
C#m A Fb
Lay a siege upon the city that bequeath you it's light.
[Bridge]
F#m Fb
And whoa to the days where we buried our light,
F#m Fb F#m
And maters of this day will never get over it's stage fright,
Fb
And whoa to the fascist, and his delight,
Cb A
Tears on the floor,
Cb A
Tears on the floor,
Cb Fb
Tears on the floor.
Fb D Fb D Fb F#m A C#m
[Verse 3]
Cb A
And you rip down the fences that fence the garden,
Cb A
It is morning, when the fruit seems to glisten under sun, in a murderer's sick delight,
Cb C#m
And you can't always control the passing white fire,
Cb Fb
Cause it's water, sweet fuckin' water that makes you feel alright!
[Outro]
Cb Fb
They say settle, settle, settle, settle this stuff,
Cb Fb
They say settle, settle, settle, settle this stuff.
G#m Cb x4
D Eb