Napalm chords by Conor Oberst

Intro:
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Verse:
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It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night
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I got a fistful of fireworks
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I'm gonna try and set things right
D
I lost my inhibitions
D                                  A
I think I may have lost my wallet too
E
In this dying land of plenty
E                                 A
There's a whole lot of nothing to do

Verse:
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Oh, I'm Billy Pilgrim you're a Dresden doll
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They carpet bomb the city
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Thank God they spared the mall
D
Let's hold a vigil
D                          A
For the kinda, sorta innocent
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I guess I should defend your virtue
E                                    A
But the truth is I'm still on the fence

Verse:
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And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law
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Well, technically speaking ask Sam Peckinpah
D
Sometimes you need a vigilante
D                                 A
if you want to get a just thing done
E
And I don't want to kill nobody
E                                    A
whose only crime is worshiping the sun

Chorus:
D                 A
Breakfast of napalm
D               F#m       E       D
Burn down the place where I belong
D                  A
Arch rivals make love
E
And they gotta keep it secret
E                            Dm      A
They still do it with the lights on

Verse:
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And I got bad nostalgia for what came before
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Sad reenactments of our civil war
D
My heartache is obsessive
D                               A
I just wish that I could let it go
E
But there's a mountain down in Georgia
E                               A
With a kickass laser light show

Verse:
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And I can always convince you, you're just like Patty Hearst
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Or you're a sympathetic baby when I'm at my worst
D
I don't want to brainwash you
D                                       A
I just wish that you would change your tune
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'Cause I've been gunning for redemption
E                                    A
And I think I'll hit the bullseye soon

Chorus:
D                     A
Chartreuse and menthols
D              F#m      E         D
Burn down the town that we were from
D                 A
I lost my true love
E
to a three-alarm fire
E                             Dm                      A
They tried to put out with a squirt gun. Odelay, homes.

Solo:
A D A E A

Verse:
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Sing little child like a Nightingale
A                                              D
Sing little child, send me anthrax through the mail
D                                              A
I wanna to know you, I wanna know if you are true
E
Because the closer I get to you
E                                 A
is the further that I feel from you

Chorus:
D                A
Breakfast of napalm
D              F#m       E       D
Burn down the place where we belong
D                 A
Arch rivals make love
E
And they gotta keep it secret
E
They gotta keep it secret
E
They gotta keep it secret
E                         Dm