Natalie Merchant – Thick As Thieves (Guitar)

Bm                              G
Remember how it all began, the apple and the fall of man

     D                     A
The price we paid,so the people say

Bm                               G
Down a path of shame it lead us, dared to bite the hand that fed us

    D                         A                                   Bm
The fairy tale. The moral end. The wheel of fortune never turns again 

Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
(Never turns again)

     Bm                                   G
The worst of it has come and gone in the chaos of millennium

      D                   A
In the falling out of the doomsday crowd

     Bm                              A  G
Their last retreat is moving slow, they burn their bridges as they go

     D                                   A                     Bm
The heretic is beatified, he'll teach the harlot's child to smile 

Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
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Bm                            G       
Wracked again by indecision, should we make that small incision

D                        A
Testify to the bleeding heart inside? 

   Bm                                          G
We cut, we scratched, we rent, we slashed and when he opened up at last

        D                               A          
Found a cul-de-sac deep and black of smoke and ash

Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
(Deep and black, smoke and ash)

Bm                                   G
The wicked king of parody is kissing all his enemies

        D                  A
On the seventh day of the seventh week

    Bm                                 G
The tyrant's voice is softer now, but just for one forgiving hour

   D                  A
Before the rise of his iron fist again 

Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
(Fist again)

F#m   D   F#m   D   F#m   D   A
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     Bm                                  G
I've come tonight, I've come to know the way we are the way we'll go

       D                               A
Come to measure this the width of the wide abyss 

   Bm                                  G
I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bitter-sweet

     D                             A
With voodoo doll philosophies and day-glo holy trinities 

      Bm                                G
The crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard

D                               A
Pilgrims march to Compestela visions of their saint in yellow 

  Bm                        G
All follow deep in trance, lost in a catatonic dance

D                                A                     F#m       D
Know no future, damn the past, blind, warm, ecstatic, safe at last...