Animal Tabulatur von Against Me (für Baryton)

Intro:  F#m

   F#m
Beautiful to live in poverty
          Asus4 
Just to spite what they're selling
                     E
Take a thousand hits to prove the rest and I'll move in
                              D
Millimeters still won't mean shit against well-done subversion

             F#m
Fathers of invention will one day turn in their graves
            Asus4
When their own sons and daughters
                           E
Manifest destiny into a lesson to others
                                    D
Sent away my crippled, let the old ones categorize their deathcamps, they're all dead

 A
It'll burn burn burn      
             
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
            E
And it'll burn burn burn

Like the histories they stole from us
       D
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
       A                       E
And cringe, and rack guns of shame                          

 F#m
Well it may take a team of well-rounded hoodlums
     Asus4
In full riot gear to unrest objection
   E
A well-controlled media to pick out our terrorists
         D
When beaurocrats start dying from cancer

                       F#m
There are already businessmen who'll market bottled water
                Asus4
And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target
  E
Seven approaching a measure off the map
            D
And you'll see me dance in the street once again

 A
It'll burn burn burn
                   
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
            E
And it'll burn burn burn

Like the histories they stole from us
           D
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
       A                       E
And cringe, and rack guns of shame                          

            
And it'll burn burn burn like they did to the Anarchists           
And it'll burn burn burn like the histories they stole from us
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
And give apologies for immeasurably acted perfection

 A
It'll burn burn burn
                   
Like they did to the Anarchists at their stakes
            E
And it'll burn burn burn

Like the histories they stole from us
           D
One day patriotic thugs will dance to songs of justice
       A                      E       A
And cringe, and rack guns of shame