| Am | F | C | G | |
| This lonely | exsistence | paves the waaaay |
| Am | G | F | G | |
| For the | hard of hearts must | beat be brave |
| Am | F | C | G | |
| While this | quiet light | ning storm |
| Am | G | F | |
| Recks the | harvest gold we | try to sow |
| C | |
| So it | begins |
| Em | F | C | |
| The | way the blood still | dances be | neath the skin |
| Em | F | C | |
| There the | messenger from | hell says were | bound to win |
| G | F | |
| As the | days do come but the | years do go |
| G | F | C | |
| So take | care of your | freedom they'll never | know |
| Am | F | C | |
| I sit on the | wing for a | blackbird song |
| Am | G | F | |
| To tell me | were and when this | all went wrong |
| Am | F | C | |
| There's no | resolution with | out remorse |
| Am | G | F | |
| Ignorance | bliss defend let's | stay on course |
| C | |
| Puncture the skin |
| Em | F | C | |
| And | see his blood run | cold on | desert sand |
| Em | F | C | |
| Come | hear the meant for | mothers with child | less hands |
| G | F | |
| As the | days do come but the | years do go |
| G | F | C | |
| So take c | are of your | freedom they'll never | know |
| G | F | Am | |
| Take good | care of your | freedom they'll never | know |
| C | |
| Take what you give |
| Em | F | C | |
| Un | til there's nothing | left but fore | ver live |
| Em | F | Am | |
| And | night this is on | shadows and af | ter kill |
| G | F | |
| As the | days do come and the | years do go |
| G | F | C | |
| So take | care of your | freedom they'll never | know |
| G | F | Am | |
| Yeah take | good care of your f | reedom they'll never | know |
| G | F | |
| The d | ays do come but the | years do go |
| G | F | Am | |
| So take | care of your | freedom they'll never | know |