At The Bottom Of Everything taby ukulele według Bright Eyes

C F x 3

C                                   F             C
we must talk in every telephone get eaten off the web
C                                        F                  G 
we must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read 
C                                 F
and to the face of avert criminal strapped firmly to a chair
C                           G              C
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare

C                                    F                C
we must take all of the medicines to expensive now to sell
C                               F            G
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
C                                     F
and to the ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
C                     G             C
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing

it'll go like this alright
F               G              Am                 F
While my mother waters plants my father shoot his gun
F                 G               Am                          F
he say death will bring us back to god, just like the setting sun
G
is returned to the lonesome ocean

C F x 3

C                                   F               C
we must blend into the choir sing a static with the whole
C                              F              G 
we must memorize 9 numbers and deny we have a soul
C                                         F
and in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
C                       G            C
we must run, we must run, we must run

C                                        F                  C
we must hang up in the belphry where the bats and moonlight laugh

C                                     F             G 
we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
C                                               F
and into the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlight and our love
C                             G               C
we must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

F              G               Am                  F
oh my mornings coming back the whole worlds waking up
F                  G                 Am          F
all the city buses swimming past i'm happy just because 
G
i found out i'm really no one

C F x 3 end on C