An American Prayer

Em
  We need great golden copulations
Em
  The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
                                Am7
Our mother is dead in the sea
Em                                                 Am7
  Do you know we are being lead to slaughter by placid admirals
         Em
And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood?
Em
  Do you know we are ruled by T.V.?

Em
  The moon is a dry blood beast
    Em
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
Em
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are just dying
Em
  O' great creator of being, grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives
Em
  The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
Dm
  We live, we die, and death not ends it

Em
  Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passioned flower
Cling to Cunts & Cocks of despair
Em
  We got our final vision by clap
                     Em
Columbus's groin got filled with green death
I touched her thigh and death smiled

Gm7
   We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
   Gm7
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
Gm7
  The barns are stormed
The windows kept
Gm7
   And only one of all the rest to dance and save us with the divine mockery of words
        Gm7
Music inflames temperament

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Gm7
   When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
  Gm7
A 1000 Magicians arise in the land
C
 Where are the feasts we are promised?
N.C.
Where is the wine, The new wine, dying on the vine?

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