Some Birds

G D Em
C G A G

                                   D
Some birds just sit useless, like fists
                           Am            G
I wrestle on TV but no one ever lets me win
I lean on the wall like a broom
    D
Confused by the scope it all
     Am                 G
Any fool can tell the truth

    Am7  A7       D
And no, I don't think I should
    Am  Am7    A7
Add one to the sum
   D
Of all that you fear

G D Em                C
I’d love to take you down
G    A          G
And leave you there

In my window, I have a twin
                     D
I look out, he looks in
He has a point, I applaud
    Am           G
My goodness, my god
Is it my fault the countrysides
                D
Are so full of suicide?
I break bricks with my heart
        Dm                G
Only a fool would call it art

     A     A7     D            D7
And no, I don't think that I should
   A7
Be one of the sum
D
Of all that you fear

G D Em                C
I’d love to take you down
G    A          G
And leave you there
  D  Em               C
I’d love to take you down
G    A7         G
And leave you there

D G Am G

So why fuss, why not bend
                      D
Like a nail, hammered in?
Oh, times are tough
                          Am
If I recall, oh, it ain't easy
        G
No, not all

     A7           D
And no, I don't think I should
     Am7      A7
Complete the sum
   D
Of all that you fear

G D Em                C
I’d love to take you down
G    A          G
And leave you there

  D  Em
I'd love to take you down
 C   Em   A7 A       G
Down and leave you there

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