Tom: Am Intro: e|-5----(5)----------------| B|-5-----(5)------5-5-5-5--| G|-7---(7)-(7)---7-5-------| D|-7-----------------7-----| A|-5-------------------7---| E|-------------------------| Verse: Am D An address to the golden door Am D I was strumming on a stone again Am D E pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched (run*) D|----------------- A|--7--5----------- E|--------8--7----- a tragic opera in my mind... Am D and it told of a new design Am D in which every soul is duty bound Am D E to uphold all the statues of boredom therein lies (run*) C the fatal flaw of the red age Chorus: F C Because it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt F C our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated D F G and because it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time verse: So we burned all our uniforms and let nature take its course again and the big ones just eat all the little ones that send us back to the drawing board. C In our darkest hours G we have all asked for some F angel to come C G sprinkle his dust all around C G but all our crying voices they can't turn it around F Am D Am E you've had some crazy conversations of your own.