Why - These Few Presidents chords

(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
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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
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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."