| Am | |
| Welcome | me |
| G | |
| To the city of | angels, |
| D | |
| devil | prophet |
| C9 | |
| Still hold my | hand. |
| Am | G | |
| I've walk your stillborn streets for | hours. |
| D | |
| Ethnics | echoes |
| C9 | |
| Spitting out their | trials. They tell me I'll |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | |
| I'll be the first to praise the | sun, |
| C9 | |
| The first to praise the | moon, |
| G | |
| The first to hold the | lone coyote, |
| D | |
| The last to set it | free. |
| Am | |
| Welcome | me |
| G | |
| To a haven | given. |
| D | |
| Its well | received |
| C9 | |
| into my open | arms. |
| Am | G | |
| I ran in my sleep through shaking | tremors. |
| D | |
| I felt the splitting | earth |
| C9 | |
| Echoing in my | ears. |
| CHORUS |
| Am | |
| Welcome | me |
| G | |
| To the city of | angels. |
| D | |
| There's a devil | monkey |
| C9 | |
| Layin' on our | backs. |
| Am | G | |
| Where's the heart, where's the bullet for | breaking? |
| D | |
| Who's gonna give me a | weapon, |
| C9 | |
| A pacifyin' | weapon? |
| CHORUS |