Rip Down The Fences That Fence The Garden chords by Frog Eyes

Chords with lyrics

Bb majorBb  AbAb

[Verse 1]

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Rip down the fences that fence the garden,
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There are mornings when the fruit seems to glisten under sun, with the jeweler's sick delight,
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And it's morning, and I'm starving, and the shadow-maker's shadow has hardened,
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17, in the morning, I'm crying out warnings in methamphetamines, not alright,

[Chorus 1]

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They play rough, rough, settle this stuff,
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We're all made of mothers, and not from some cloth,
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But the tail of a cloth, shall be the wearer-cloth,
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In the dawn, by the river, I shall swallow my rage!

[Verse 2]

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Help me, opposer, but the tempest has brought a breath that's rotten,
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Well, it's 4 in the morning, and the boiler keeps twinkling as the trucks stretch into light,
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And the judge and his son, they were pigs, so I must flee from this garden,
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And I feel that the next land will be but a fat land, and I hope for the wind and his wolfish bite,

[Chorus 2]

      Eb MajorEb       F#F#
That bite, rough, rough, settle this stuff,
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Your fangs are but a page from the book of tough stuff,
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And the Welch's of wine, and I'm gonna pledge you their cups,
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If only you could rise into a Saint Peter's life,
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Lay a siege upon the city that bequeath you it's light.

[Bridge]

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And whoa to the days where we buried our light,
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And maters of this day will never get over it's stage fright,
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And whoa to the fascist, and his delight,
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Tears on the floor,
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Tears on the floor,
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Tears on the floor.

Eb MajorEb DbDb Eb MajorEb DbDb Eb MajorEb F minorFm AbAb C minorCm

[Verse 3]

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And you rip down the fences that fence the garden,
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It is morning, when the fruit seems to glisten under sun, in a murderer's sick delight,
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And you can't always control the passing white fire,
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Cause it's water, sweet fuckin' water that makes you feel alright!

[Outro]

      Bb majorBb                 Eb MajorEb
They say settle, settle, settle, settle this stuff,
      Bb majorBb                 Eb MajorEb
They say settle, settle, settle, settle this stuff.

G minorGm Bb majorBb x4

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