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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

-first letter-A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

F#m

	A
	Green hills and enemies

These things they make us senti-

	F#m
	mental inside

	A
	Your words are gelignite

Or just another senti-

	F#m
	mental aside

	D
	We're catching bullets in our

	F#m
	teeth And though it's easy if you

	C#m
	know how it's done

	D
	They split the secret up six

	F#m
	ways before they gave it to us

	G#m
	Just before dawn And

	G
	now we don't remember

F#m

	A
	Our blood and guts are out

We spread our bones across the

	F#m
	table at night

	A
	We cut our fingers off

To give ourselves those little

	F#m
	extra insights

	D
	We're catching bullets in our

	F#m
	teeth And though they try hard not to

	C#m
	say how it's done

They always do

	D
	They spill the secret out six

	F#m
	ways And beg for our forgiveness

	G#m
	Just before dawn And

	G
	now we don't remember

F#m

	D
	We're catching bullets in our

	A
	teeth It's hard to do but they're so

	F#m
	sweet And it they take a couple

	C#m
	out We try to work things out

	D
	We're catching bullets with our

	A
	Heads and hearts and all the darkest

	F#m
	parts of us It's strange to find such

	C#m
	Light in such endless night

D

	F#m
	So sweet to lose a friend

You leave the church and taste the

	A
	air in your lungs

C#m

	F#m
	Old lies and fireflies

Carve angels on your eyes and

	A
	All is undone

C#m

	D
	You whisper prayers into the

	F#m
	dark Up to a god in whom you've

	C#m
	never believed

You always do

	D
	You split the secret up six

	F#m
	ways But it won't make it any

	G#m
	easier to see And

F (or no chord, the F is only very weakly implied by the whistle

here)

now we don't remember

	D
	We're catching bullets in our

	A
	teeth It's hard to do but they're so

	F#m
	sweet And it they take a couple

	C#m
	out We try to work things out

	D
	We're catching bullets with our

	A
	Heads and hearts and all the darkest

	F#m
	parts of us It's strange to find such

	C#m
	Light in such endless night

	D
	We're catching bullets in our

	A
	backs We sent the undertaker

	F#m
	back into the garden in the

	C#m
	drought To try to work things out

	D
	We're catching bullets with the best

	A
	resources that we've got We're

	F#m
	happy then again we're not We

	C#m
	shout through the endless

	D
	doubt

(F#m? it's kind of hard to tell if they really hit the chord though)

	D
	Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

	F#m
	Etc.

D

F#m

D

C#m

D

F#m

And that's pretty much it.