margot and the nuclear so and so’s – a light on a hill
Am C
that’s no way to live
F C G
all tangled up like balls of string .
Am C
and we woke at dawn
F C G
and watched the sun glide over the hill .
Am C F C G
Am C
i just said the first
F C G
three words that popped into my head .
Am C F C G
let me off the bus; i’m tired and sore and should probably change clothes .
F Am
and the circuits are blown ,
F
my woman is cold ,
C G
our children are stoned and worthless .
F Am F C G ( Am )
all waiting for you to tell them the truth . the truth is a line , that you’ll never use .
Am C F C G
Am C
and her dignity
F C G
shown so bright like a light on a hill .
Am C
and she burned for me ,
F C G
and no other man came near the flame .
Am C F C G
and back country songs the deafening twang of the rich – white – kid blues
Am C
you can own the stage ,
F C G
but the lights and glares will not make you real .
F Am F
she whispers to me , i was meant to be free .
C G
this life that we’ve built is deadly .
F Am F
she crawls from my bed , puts a comb ’cross her head ,
C G ( Am )
she crawls to the train and drives herself home
Am C F C G
= w = beautiful song , enjoy .
margot and the nuclear so and so’s – a light on a hill
Am C
that’s no way to live
F C G
all tangled up like balls of string .
Am C
and we woke at dawn
F C G
and watched the sun glide over the hill .
Am C F C G
Am C
i just said the first
F C G
three words that popped into my head .
Am C F C G
let me off the bus; i’m tired and sore and should probably change clothes .
F Am
and the circuits are blown ,
F
my woman is cold ,
C G
our children are stoned and worthless .
F Am F C G ( Am )
all waiting for you to tell them the truth . the truth is a line , that you’ll never use .
Am C F C G
Am C
and her dignity
F C G
shown so bright like a light on a hill .
Am C
and she burned for me ,
F C G
and no other man came near the flame .
Am C F C G
and back country songs the deafening twang of the rich – white – kid blues
Am C
you can own the stage ,
F C G
but the lights and glares will not make you real .
F Am F
she whispers to me , i was meant to be free .
C G
this life that we’ve built is deadly .
F Am F
she crawls from my bed , puts a comb ’cross her head ,
C G ( Am )
she crawls to the train and drives herself home
Am C F C G
= w = beautiful song , enjoy .
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