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