A Pound of Flesh Radical Face Tuned down a half step Intro: C Am (x2) [C]my feet plow on from light to dawn my empty belly [Am]and my body aches ain't hard to take next to the [G]weight I [C]carry in my chest a pound of flesh could never tip the [Am]scale that I've made I should have stayed, but I was [G]never wise[F] I hear your voices [G]in the wind that cuts the [Am]night and I [F]pray to whatever is [G]listening things will be alright[C] oh, my boy, you're [Am]alive your heart's still [G (azchords.com)