Chord War Star Days by Wooden Wand

artist : wooden wand and the omen band album : horus of the horizon website : standard tuning war star days G when i finally leave you baby , C i’ll lay backward when i G go so i can see the fadin’ sky , C and not the traffic down G below your D prophecies and hunches i’ll C follow to the G letter i’m D left to wonder how christ him C self could have loved you G better D oh them days , i barely remember them C war star G days we failed to hijack the printing press , it wasn’t for lack of nerves or skill but we scrawled our manifesto on the back of our hotel bill we beat the drums and rhythm and patronised the local pagans and filled the fortune cookies with revolutionary slogans oh them days , i barely remember them war star days you were compelled to make arrangements with a cyclops playin god and you met beneath the evening , and spoke in only shrugs and nods some compromising photo of the mighty shit disturber the very face of privilege on a skeet shell with his father oh them days , i barely remember them war star days and if only one man blathers , and another man just kills who then will remain behind , to purchase all of these automobiles at the committee to disassemble , i sat in and i listened and couldn’t form an argument against any reason given oh them days , i barely remember them war star days when we left home for the wailing wall , we played along like diamond cards at the school of holy lepers , we learned to tickle ’round the scars we dug into our pockets and bandaged up the levee and watch the sun for orders like a tribe of drunk apaches oh these days , i barely remember these war star days we called on certain experts , to fish our flashlights from the well when the weather station turned to ice , we figured it was just as well oh but careful with your omens and don’t raise a charm up neither or like goddess snakes and mating balls we leave our love where ever oh them days , i barely remember them war star days so what of all the gluttonous mules , and the peacocks with the sin of pride do they get to tell their secrets , once barricaded safe inside i was present when the judge condemned the paper mountain seven and cried a nervous couplids they went bleeding off to heaven oh them days , you’ll barely remember them war star days how many salesmen does it take , to condemn a moral soul to hell one to make the pitch to you , and forty - five to ring the bells we suck the dreamy feeling and count victories in kilos and live among each other as we grow old with our heroes oh them days , you’ll barely remember these war star days we sought to spread our various loves , on highways build of human bone and wished away the hapless few , kept our seeds below their stones we choose to keep our promise or choose to shake the doldrums like a consecrated virgin with a collar in her bedroom oh them days , i barely remember them war star days there were bulls - eyes on our blankets , and a lions head for war we were the lyin’ disbelievin’ , it was the eve of evermore in lighter in for similes of light we pined for order as goon - eyed ghouls and warlords paint the babylon on water oh them days , you’ll barely remember them war star days