ist: Andrew Bird
# Album: Armchair Apocrypha
#  Song: Dark Matter
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#(verse)
[A]When I was just a little [D]boy
I threw away all of my [A]action toys
When I became obse[D]ssed with Ope[A]ration[D]
[A]With hearts and minds and certain [D]glands
You gotta learn to keep a [A]steady hand
And thus began my [D]morbid fasci[A]nati[A7]on[D]
[E]Tore the spines from out of all of these [F#m]self-help books
[E]Made myself a gun that not only [F#m]shoots but looks
So [D]real, it shoots through [E]steel
With rays of dark [A]matter[D][A][A7][D]
rays of dark [A]matter[D][A][A7][D]
[A]Do you wonder where the self re[D]sides
Is it in your head or bet[A]ween your sides
And who will be the one who [D]will decide
Its true lo[A]cation[D]
[A]And does the thought of bile that's red and [D]black
The thought of tongues that [A]taste you back
Fill you with a [D]nauseouseous sort of e[A]lation[D]
[E]A noose is loosed around our necks made of [F#m]DNA
And every [E]day it's growing tighter no matter what they [F#m]do or say
And you can [D]shoot right through it with rays of dark matter
Just be[E]fore they kick out,
they kick out the [A]ladder[D]
With rays of dark [A]matter[D]
With rays of dark [A]matt[A7]er[D][A][D]
Like something [A]catching fire[D][A][D][A][D][A][D]
(whistle)
[A]Do you wonder where the self re[D]sides
Is it in your head or bet[A]ween your sides
And who will be the one who [D]will deci