Am
Eat the young, taste the blood,
C
they don’t know a thing about us
Am
Shake their bones, throw them out,
C
we make something new out of things lost
G
I will be the lumberjack
Am
and you will be the tree
Am
And if you go chasing rabbits
C
then you know you’ve gone too far
Am
The lines in your hands are the map
C
to show you where you are
G
I will be the boat
Am
and you will be the sea
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G
Am
Am
And if you would find feelings
C
where there should be none
Am
Bury them deep before you do
C
something that can’t be undone
G
I will be the fire
Am
and you will be the house
C
Am
C
Am
G
Am
C
Am
And if you just lay down,
C
I’ll fill up those eyes with sea
Am
A cold wind’s blowing,
C
the cold wind that came with me
G
I will be the forest
Am
and you will be the dead tree
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G
Am
Am
Eat the young, taste the blood,
C
stab the night with water knives
Am
Shake their bones let them know
C
that there are mountains in their eyes
G
I will be the lumberjack
Am
and you will be the tree
C
Am
C
Am
G
Am
C
Am