Barcries chords

[CHORUS]
If I [Am]ever leave this world alive
I’ll k[C]ick and scream and whirl till I’ve
Had [G]one more drink, that cognac brown,
in a [D]glass celled bottle two shots per round
While they’re [Am]shooting metal in this heavy town,
In a [C]candlelit bar with its stone paved ground
that [G]treaded on have many amen,
While [D]god’s green hand handed whiskey and sin
out to [Am]all of us with outstretched hand
and [C]brim-filled glass up all at once
with [G]half spilled sips for the dead men ripped
[D]Away from us too soon.

[VERSE 1]
The [Em]stone-heart shatters [C]bit by bit
in [G]fragments fit for a cold stone floor
Crushed by [C]hopeful dreams of fast floating and [Em]friends
In an [Am]upturned hump of pumping flesh
In the [C]throb of snow-lit endlessness
Beside [G]sniffling victimless partners in criminal [D]time

[CHORUS 2]
If I e[Am]ver leave this world alive
I’ll ki[C]ck and scream and whirl till I’ve
Had o[G]ne more drink, that cognac brown,
in a [D]glass celled bottle two shots per round
And [Am]all of us with outstretched hand
and [C]brim-slipping glass raised for our band
with [G]half spilled sips for those dead men ripped
[D]Away from us too soon.

[VERSE 2]
The [Em]old clock rhymes by tick and tick
As we [C]ready this house for the nightly thrall
With [D]memories in paper of our sugar-surfing-[Em]man
In an [Am]upturned hump of pumping flesh
In the [C]throb of snow-lit endlessness
‘Longside our [G]sniffling victimless [D]partners in criminal [Em]time
and [Am]fall down churners that [G]kept this night [D]alive
with their [Em]kicktalk distant dog day dreams
And the [C]pink-painted vodka catastrophes
And the [G]red-light fights with [Em]blood and neon [D]stains

[CHORUS 3]
If I [Am]ever leave this world alive
I’ll k[C]ick and scream and whirl till I’ve
Had one [G]more drink, that cognac brown,
in a [D]glass celled bottle two shots per round
while I’m [Am]pulling heavy this metal town,
A [C]candlelit bar with its stone paved ground
that [G]treaded on have many amen,
While [D]god’s green hand handed whiskey and sin
out to [Am]all of us with outstretched hand
With [C]shiny gold coins for the old boatman
and [G]half spilled sips for the dead men ripped
[D]Away from us too soon.

[Chorus Finale]
If I ev[Am]er leave this world alive
I’ll k[C]ick and scream and whirl till I’ve
Had [G]one more drink, that cognac brown,
in a [D]glass celled bottle two shots per round
with [Em]half spilled sips for those dead men ripped
[D]Ripped away from us too s[Em]oon.