Bright Eyes - Lets Not Shit Ourselves

this is an extension of the version tabbed by papa torry .
i have just augmented the file so it just contains the chords
and addEd chords to the rest of the verses .

intro
C , E , Am , F , G x4

C E
the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness .
Am F G
baby cries hard in an apartment complex ,
C E
as i pass in a car buried under the influence .
Am F G
the city’s driving me out of my mind .
C E
i ’ve seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity .
Am F G
he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree ,
C E
and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity .
Am F G
next time he will not aim so high .
Am G C
yeah , next time , neither will i .

C E
a mother takes loans out , sends her kids off to colleges .
Am F G
her family is reduced to names on a shopping list .
C E
meanwhile , a coroner kneels , beneath a great , wooden crucifix .
Am F G
he knows that there are worse things than being alone .
C E
so , i’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger .
Am F G
i mean , why wait around , if it’s just to surrender?
C E
ambition , i’ve found , can only lead to failure .
Am F G
i do not read the reviews .
Am G C
no , i Am not singing for you .

C , E , Am , F , G x4 .
Am , G , C

C E
i stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well .
Am F G
and i would throw my whole billfold if i thought it would help .
C E
with all these wishes i make , i should buy something real ,
Am F G
at least a telephone call home .
C E
well , my teachers , they built the retaining wall memory ,
Am F G
all those multiple choices i answered so quickly .
C E
and i got my grades back and forgot just as easily ,
Am F G
but at least i got an ’a’ .
Am G C
so i don’t have them to blame .

C E
i should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment
Am F G
of all those public action figures , the cowboy president .
C E
so loud behind the bullhorn , so proud they can’t admit
Am F G
when they’ve made a mistake .
C E
while poison ink spews from a speechwriter’s pen ,
Am F G
he knows he don’t have to say it , so it don’t bother him .
C E
“honesty” “accuracy” are really just “popular opinion . ”
Am F G
and the approval rating’s high .
Am G C
and so someone’s gonna die .

C E
well , abc , nbc , cbs : bullshit .
Am F G
they give us fact or fiction? i guess an even split .
C E
and each new act of war is tonight’s entertainment .
Am F G
we are still the pawns in their game .
C E
as they take an eye for an eye until no one can see ,
Am F G
and we must stumble blindly forward , repeating history .
C E
well , i guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee :
Am F G
red blooded , white skinned oh and the blues .
Am G C
oh , and the blues? i got the blues! that’s me! that’s me!

C , E , Am , F , G x4
Am , G , C

C E
well , i awoke in relief . my sheets and tubes were all tangled .
Am F G
weak from whiskey and pills , in a chicago hospital .
C E
my father was there , in a chair by the window ,
Am F G
staring so far away .
C E
i tried talking , just whispered , ” . . . so sorry . . . so selfish . . . ”
Am F G
he stopped me and said , “child i love you regardless
C E
and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this .
Am F G
i’m not angry . it hap – pens .
Am G C
but you just can’t do it again .

C E
so now i try to keep up , i have been exchanging my currency .
Am F G
while a million objects pass through my periphery .
C E
so now i Am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me .
Am F G
i’ve been staring too long at the screen .
C E
but where was it when i first heard that sweet sound of humility?
Am F G
it came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest of melodies .
C E
how grateful i was then to be part of the mystery;
Am F G
to love and to be loved .
Am G C
let’s just hope that is enough .

C , E , Am , F , G x4
Am , G , C