We Threw Gasoline On The Fire And Now We Have Stumps For Arms And No Eyebrows(Keyboard chords)

	        
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Verse 1:
A5       G5 F5         C5                G5 
Brilliant?  A word describing something dumb 
C5 Bb5      Am       F5        G5            C5 
You  create to desecrate the villain I've become 

 

 

Verse 1:
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A prophet,  not to be made but heard 
C5         Bb5    Am  F5 
Speaks in tongues and sarcasm 
   G5             F5       G 
To me it's plain, to you absurd 


C5             Bb5     F5        C5 
You don't know me let alone my intent 
C5         G/B        F5        A5 
Actions do not always self represent 
        F5        G5       A5      G5 
I don't feel urgency in explaining 
     F5       G5        C5 
My conscience opaquely clear 


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Verse 2:
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The seed is  gently sown back to mother earth 
C5           Bb5  Am   F5 
The flower blooms resplendent fumes 
G5             C5 
A miracle rebirth 

A5      G5 F5    C5                  G5 
The cynic  in a search of something more 
C5         Bb5  Am    F5 
The fragrant air cannot compare 
   G5             F5       G 
To what it was the great before 

C5             Bb5 
Remember the good old days 
F5            C5 
Remember the sound 
C5             G/B        F5        A5 
Remember the sweet mustiness underground 
        F5            G5        A5    G5 
No, I don't feel the need for relivin' 
     F5           G5         C5 
Some things are better off dead 


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C5                 G5   E5 
Never thought the furnace 
              F5    G5 
Was going to burn us 
C5             F5             G5  G/B 
We worked the bellows for so long 
C5                  G5  E5          F5  G5 
The comfort of the fire apathized us 
C5             F5               G5   G/B 
Looks like we burned ourselves alive 

C5            Bb5          F5               C5 
Remember the old band, we filled ears with pain 
C5          G/B            F5           A5 
Nothing to lose, there was nothing to gain 
       F5            G5      A5      G5 
No, I don't miss my span of attention 
  F5       G5           C5 
I do miss my old friend Tim 


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Written by Mike Burkett