F#mA
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
DADE
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#mA
Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but
DADE
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m
Rapping at the chapel door
AE
Sweeping up an enemy?s floor
F#m
Do not touch or make a sound
AE
Keep your eyes upon the ground
DA
Read your countless volumes
DA
Shunned your many sins
DA
But I cannot find salvation
DE
In the rattlin? of your tins
Chorus
DA
I wish good to your children
DA
And their own children, too
DA
But your armor will not fit me
DE
Although, fine, it?s suiting you
F#m
A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown
AE
So many names and dates to know
F#m
Books upon the books are stacked
AE
To get something so simple back
DA
We?re talkin? revolution
DA
But spirals not the spins
DA
Where you fall down, dizzy
DE
And forget where to begin
Chorus
F#mE
Turn your blessings into weapons
BmC#m
And hold them before your chest
DA
To you and all your comrades
DA
I only wish the best
F#mE
We may not meet again
BmC#m
For we are treading separate trails
DA
But I?ll cast off and think of you
DE
On seas or roads or rails
Hit chords hard, with power:
F#mE
From chapels to the armies
BmC#m
Magician to the knave
DA
You either blaze your own trail
DE
Or you?re diggin? yer own grave
Chorus
End on A
--MiScHiEf BrEw--