Tom: C
G Em
You see the Sunday birds swinging low
G Em
And the fever in your brain only grows
C G
And the murder boys they're running down the street
C G
You can see them through the window from your seat
D C G
Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns
G Em
When the shadows run like ghosts across your room
G Em
Do you take your world and burn it in a spoon
C G
A mercy ship to sail you off to sleep
C G
To where the crimson angels swim the deep
D C G
But there's no hiding from the mightiest of guns
G Em
With every breath you drink in the night
G Em
Cause you won't give up your blues without a fight
C G
And looking at the sky there is no pain
C G
And the stars keep falling down like burning rain
D C G
They were fired by the mightiest of guns
[Solo]
G Em
Tomorrow I'll be out of my mind
G Em
The bear will dance and the organ will grind
C G
I'm laughing cause I know there ain't no sin
C G
All the world on the head of a pin
D C G
Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns
D C G
Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns
