Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 The first words that came could've been more inspired

 You must be hungry or tired or frozen

 So put up your feet, throw some coal on the fire

 And weave us a tale of delight

 So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn

 We'll be waiting all of the night

 So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn

 We'll be waiting all of our lives

 We're all to blame

 We hide away

Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit

 It's hell to pay

 So run away

 Destroy on command all who came and then quit

 It's been carefully planned by the ones you won't see

 Send out the monkeys, they come out of the bushes

 To piss in the punch and then smash up the decks

 It's your party, we're all obliged

 So we sit in our gun and we wait for our turn

 I think you hurt him, there's blood on the floor

 So we sit in our gun, can I ask what you're on

 If you made it there's hope for us all

 We're all to blame

 We hide away

Let's take the sand from this bottomless pit

 There's hell to pay

 So run away

 Destroy on command all who came and then quit

 You're all the same

 So hide away

Let's steal the sand from this bottomless pit