Another from the new Ghost Mice/Ramshackle Glory Split Album (2013) All of the chords are barre chords again. Okay I might be full of hatred but I ain't no god of war I will pack my bags when I can't take it anymore Let them come let their towers rise Let them choke our streets let them block out our skies I will be so far away, I'll go Looking for some greener home Dig a deep dark dreadful hole And throw my memories away And never will I ever come to visit their grave I was the young adventurer that found a secret land I made a map of it on the back of my hand And the days were long and made of gold The nights held secrets newer to be told Now the sun doesn't rise as high these days And they burn witches at the stake And when the last of the magic fades I will go, I will go again I'll find another home or I will die trying And maybe it's just me I know Maybe I just got too old Maybe I refused to grow But the ghosts here can't be wrong They hear my laments and they always sing along Things have got much worse Greed's a gruesome curse It's covering the earth You can lock yourself inside Or you can hide yourself in lies Or forget what came before Or start saying your prayer to the god of war!
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