Artist: Brown Bird
[INTRO]
[Am]
[VERSE]
I must d[G]rag my body through the muck and mire
Gather[Am] branches for its funeral pyre
Twigs I w[G]ould rather twist into nests
Or whittle[Am] wooden wings and fly
[CHORUS]
But they s[G]aid, hey oh dig another well
The water r[Am]eeks of sulfur and it's red as hell
Oh, oh ri[G]p the curbing all away
Throw the wood on [Am]the funeral pyre
[BRIDGE]
[Am]I'd call on my lord but he can't help me now
I'd fall on [F]my sword if I only knew how to believe there's nothing above
Only absence of breath, of hatred and love
But i[Am]t was born into me and if I can't burn it out
I'll forge all my swords into blades of a plow
And [F]toil all my days [Am]in those fields of fire
And I[G] will welcome [Am]those flames in a funeral pyre
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [F] [Am] [G] [Am]
[VERSE]
[Am]I must dra[G]g my body through the muck and mire
Gather[Am] branches for its funeral pyre
Twigs I w[G]ould rather twist into nests
Or whittle[Am] wooden wings and fly
[CHORUS]
But they s[G]aid, hey oh dig another well
The water r[Am]eeks of sulfur and it's red as hell
Oh, oh ri[G]p the curbing all away
Throw the wood o[Am]n the funeral pyre
[OUTRO]
[Am] [Am] [F] [G]
[Am] [Am] [F] [G]
[Am]We file down o[F]ur fangs on the bones of our foes
[G]And curse th[Am]eir names with blood swollen tongues
We file down [F]our hearts on the kindness of friends
Pick [G]them up and cu[Am]t them down again
[Am] [Am] [F] [G]
[Am]
[VERSE]
I must d[G]rag my body through the muck and mire
Gather[Am] branches for its funeral pyre
Twigs I w[G]ould rather twist into nests
Or whittle[Am] wooden wings and fly
[CHORUS]
But they s[G]aid, hey oh dig another well
The water r[Am]eeks of sulfur and it's red as hell
Oh, oh ri[G]p the curbing all away
Throw the wood on [Am]the funeral pyre
[BRIDGE]
[Am]I'd call on my lord but he can't help me now
I'd fall on [F]my sword if I only knew how to believe there's nothing above
Only absence of breath, of hatred and love
But i[Am]t was born into me and if I can't burn it out
I'll forge all my swords into blades of a plow
And [F]toil all my days [Am]in those fields of fire
And I[G] will welcome [Am]those flames in a funeral pyre
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [F] [Am] [G] [Am]
[VERSE]
[Am]I must dra[G]g my body through the muck and mire
Gather[Am] branches for its funeral pyre
Twigs I w[G]ould rather twist into nests
Or whittle[Am] wooden wings and fly
[CHORUS]
But they s[G]aid, hey oh dig another well
The water r[Am]eeks of sulfur and it's red as hell
Oh, oh ri[G]p the curbing all away
Throw the wood o[Am]n the funeral pyre
[OUTRO]
[Am] [Am] [F] [G]
[Am] [Am] [F] [G]
[Am]We file down o[F]ur fangs on the bones of our foes
[G]And curse th[Am]eir names with blood swollen tongues
We file down [F]our hearts on the kindness of friends
Pick [G]them up and cu[Am]t them down again
[Am] [Am] [F] [G]
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