Bright Eyes – Mariana Trench (Guitar)

            E                    F#m
Well they’d better save some space for me

        G#m              A
In that growing cottage industry

      B      G#      C#m
Where selfishness is currency

       A
People spend more than they make

     E                    F#m
So I wrapped my head in bandages

         G#m              A
From the string of happy accidents

  B      G#      C#m
I guess maybe I asked for it

    A
But who am I to say

    G#sus4             G#              C#m        B
The closing bell death tolls, hear the market crash

         A                   B              E
A crying trader swears he’ll get out of the game

     G#sus4             G#                   C#m  E/B  F#7/A#
The cowboy drinks himself to death, fresh out of rehab

              A                              Bsus4  B
While they’re loading all the rifles on the range

N.C.            E
Look up at that Everest

                  A
Look down in that Mariana Trench

                C#m                                    B
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down, oh when the big one hits

                 E
Look out for the plainclothes

                      A
Look out for what the wiretap knows

                C#m                                     B
Look out on the ever-widening money trail and where it goes

            E                    F#m
It takes a lot of gall to try to please

        G#m         A
These dehumanizing entities

      B      G#      C#m
I befriended all my enemies

            A
They had my back against the wall

      E               F#m
Oh a coward is what a coward does

      G#m         A
I suppose maybe I always was

        B       G#       C#m
But I’m sick of it, I’ve had enough

            A
And now I’m ready for the war

    G#sus4             G#          C#m        B
The lion bows his head down to the ringmaster

         A                   B                 E
With the tightrope stretched so high above the crowd

          G#sus4         G#            C#m  E/B  F#7/A#
All these faces are contortionists, it must have hurt

              A                              Bsus4  B
’Cause they all looked as unhappy as a clown

N.C.              E
Look long at that Stonehenge

                 A
Look quick is it something you missed

                C#m                                    B
Look into that smoldering building’s bombed out fog until it finally lifts

                E
Look up at that big wave

                  A
Look down at your other brother’s grave

                C#m                                    B
Look hard for a harder something to sacrifice, that’s what it takes

F#m              G#m
   That’s what it takes, hmm

F#m              G#m
   That’s what it takes, ha

F#m              G#m
   That’s what it takes, ha

A              B
   Ha, ha, ha

                E
Look up at that Everest

N.C.              A
Look down in that Mariana Trench

                C#m                                    B
Look now as the crumbling 405 falls down, oh when the big one hits

                 E
Look out for the plainclothes

                    A
Speak soft what the wiretap knows

                C#m                                     B
Look out on the ever-widening money trail and where it goes

                  E Emaj7 E Emaj7 E Emaj7 E Emaj7 E
Where does it go?