These Few Presidents

( sorry the chord changes don’t line up with the words properly . just change chords when it feels like you should . ) - - capo 1 - - Intro bassline : Em C - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - 2 - - - - - 2 - - - - - | - - - - 3 - - - - - 3 - - - - - | 0 - - - - - 0 - 0 - - - 0 - 2 - | 3 - 3 - - - 3 - 3 - - - 3 - 2 - | x4 Verse 1 : 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/E Em/G and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket C Em/B D C G/B D can persuade no god to let me let you talk . Em G C/E Em/G and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket C G/B D C G/B D can 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 Em C D the machinery of your throat . Em repeat Chorus , end on "anywhere . "