Key : E
[Verse 1]
F#m E F#m E
Are we the ones left behind by those who weave cords that bind?
A
They draw the marrow from our very
E F#m E
bones and we in turn, turn on our own.
F#m E F#m E
Stood in line in horsehair shirts we queued up to eat the dirt,
A E
We traded lumps on narrow streets,
F#m E
can't bite the hand when you've no teeth.
A E
And it's a standing ovation for the shadow of a stone
F#m E
As we dig into the soil beneath our homes.
A E
The future's further day-by-day as our fathers turn away
F#m E D
And leave us clinging to a mother who eats her own.
F#m E F#m E
The granite gaze upon us now, a skulking mass recalling how
A E
To plant a secret and tell no lies
F#m E
for now we own those same stone eyes.
A E
And it's the last gasp of wonder for a cretin on a throne
F#m E
As our daughter's sneak away across the foam,
A E
The future's just a thing we say to keep the sordid past at bay
F#m E D
Still we cling on to the mother who eats her own.
[Interlude]
F#m Bm F#m C#m A E F#m Em D
F#m A D F#m E A E F#m E D E D
F#m E F#m E
We are the ones left behind in swaddling bound with bailing twine,
A
They stole the marrow from our very
E F#m E
bones and we in turn, turned on our own.