The Battle of Hampton Roads Titus Andronicus
I'm working on a full tab for this, but seeing as it's fifteen minutes long and
not too many people
are likely to read the whole thing, I'm putting up a chord version first. This is
kind of barebones,
as it only covers the vocal parts, but it's fine for singalongs.
A few notes: In the first half of all the verses, the G is barred; in the first
two of these, the G is
just an octave: 3x5xxx. The B at the end of the verses sometimes starts as a power chord and then
expands to the full Bmaj, but this is inconsistent across live and recorded versions. Have fun!
[G]
Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports
Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports,
And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse
But to [Am]shiver and shake and make sh*t in their shorts,
Because [G]we have been told that if you've been assured
There's a [Am]way to live the values your forefathers [Em]gave you,
Prepare to be told, "That sh*t's [C]gay, dude."
I guess that what they say is [G]true.[B5] [B]
There is [C]no race more human, no one throws it away like they [G]do.
[G]The things I used to love, I have come to reject.
The things I used to hate, I have learned to accept,
And the [Am]worst of the three, you now have to expect
Satan [G]ain't hard to see without craning your neck.
He'll be [Am]seventy-some inches tall,
He'll be [Em]chugging a beer, he'll be grabbing his balls,
He's a [C]remote explosive waiting for someone to [G]call.[B5] [B]
He's just [C]eighteen for now, but he's going to murder us [G]all.
[G]Solidarity is going to give a lot less than it'll take.
Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped?
Is there a [Am]boy in this town that's not exploding with hate?
Is there a[G] human alive that can look themselves in the face
Without [Am]winking, or say what they mean without [Em]drinking,
Or believe in something without [C]thinking, "What if somebody doesn't [G]approve?"[B5] [B]
Is there a [C]soul on this Earth that isn't too frightened to [G]move?
[G]I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain
When it was nothing but a piece of putty.
So now [Am]try as you may, but you will always be a [G]tourist, little buddy.
And [Am]half the time I open my mouth to speak
It's to [Em]repeat something that I've heard on TV.
I've de[C]stroyed everything that wouldn't make me more like Bruce [G]Springsteen,[B]
So I'm going [C]back to New Jersey, I do believe they've had enough of [G]me.
(instrumental)
So when [G]I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs,
After deep cups of patience have been drunk to the dregs,
And now [Am]I'm heading west on 84 again,
And I'm as [G]much of an a**hole as I've ever been.
And there is [Am]still nothing about myself I respect
Still haven't [G]done anything I did not later regret.
I've a [Am]hand and a napkin when looking for sex,
And that's [G]no one to talk to when feeling depressed.
And so [Am]now when I drink, I'm going to drink to excess,
And when I [G]smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest,
And when I [Am]scream, I will scream until I'm gasping for breath,
And [G]when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest
Of my [Am]days peddling hate out the back of a Chevy Express,
Each one a [G]fart in the face of your idea of success.
And if [Am]this be thy will, then f**king pass me the cup,
And I'm [G]sorry, Dad, no, I'm not making this up.
But my [Am]enemy, it's your name on my lips as I [Em]go to sleep
And I know what little I've [C]known of peace
Yes, I've done to you what you've done to [G]me.[B]
And I'd be [C]nothing without you, my darling, please don't ever [G]leave.
Please don't ever [G]leave.
Please don't ever [Em]leave.
Please don't ever [C]leave.
Please don't ever [G]leave. (repeat until instrumental)
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