Standard (EADGBE)
Green hills and enemies
These things they make us senti-
mental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another senti-
mental aside
We're catching bullets in our
teeth And though it's easy if you
know how it's done
They split the secret up six
ways before they gave it to us
Just before dawn And
now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the
table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little
extra insights
We're catching bullets in our
teeth And though they try hard not to
say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six
ways And beg for our forgiveness
Just before dawn And
now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our
teeth It's hard to do but they're so
sweet And it they take a couple
out We try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest
parts of us It's strange to find such
Light in such endless night
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste the
air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes and
All is undone
You whisper prayers into the
dark Up to a god in whom you've
never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six
ways But it won't make it any
easier to see And
F (or no chord, the F is only very weakly implied by the whistle
here)
now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our
teeth It's hard to do but they're so
sweet And it they take a couple
out We try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest
parts of us It's strange to find such
Light in such endless night
We're catching bullets in our
backs We sent the undertaker
back into the garden in the
drought To try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best
resources that we've got We're
happy then again we're not We
shout through the endless
doubt
(F#m? it's kind of hard to tell if they really hit the chord though)
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Etc.
And that's pretty much it.