These Few Presidents

Chords

Standard

Em   C    Em   C   Em   C   Em   C

G			       D          			  C
At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas


You pray to nothing out loud

G		        Em           	     C
Two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel


         G          		D             	   C          D
You're a beautiful and violent work with the skinny neck of a Chinese bird

     G               D
in a fading ancient painting.

	Em               C		          G
And if you're in heaven waiting you made it there fighting

		D				C		D
the tightest kite string in a bad storm with lightning.


# Chorus:

	Em	  G	     C               Em
And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket

C       Em         D      C      G       D
Can't persuade no god to let me let you talk.

	 Em	   G	      C               Em
And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket

C       G          D      C      G       D
Can't persuade no god to let me let you off.

G			D
Even though I haven't seen you in years

C			D	    Em		D		C
yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere.


# Verse 2:

G                          D
I thought I had a pebble in my sock

Em		     C
I pulled it off and shook out a wasp

   G                      D
It stumbled out lost and without a pause

  Em                       C
unstung as I was, still I stomped it.


  Em                               C
I thought "There is no paved street worthy

	Em                   C
of your perfect Scandinavian feet."

Em                      C
My crooked chinese fingers groped (wah-wah wah)

Em               C			D
  the machinery of your throat.


			       Em
# Repeat Chorus then repeat "anywhere." (fade out)