Anarchy Of Dirt chords by Pat The Bunny Schneeweis

Intro:
C G Am F x2


C        G           Am    F
   I got sober like a  man drowning
C         G                    Am         F
   like a fish breathing, like Dracula sunbathing
C        G              Am                 F
   in a place where the ground itself will stab you
    C                G                Am               F
the land itself will cut you, it will kill you if it's able
C       G       Am            F
   I arrived so certain I was ready
C          G      Am                F
   but nowadays I think there is no hurry
C        G          Am        F
   to return to the anarchism of the worms
C              G            Am          F              C
without God or Master there,   six feet underneath the earth
G     Am      F           C    G    Am    F
          the anarchy of dirt

C         G            Am    F
   I keep living like a  crosswire
C       G         Am                F
   like sabotage, like a lock glued shut
C                G            Am           F
   the ones like us seek each other like a brick finds glass
C              G             Am              F
like a fascist meets a grave, like sharks to blood
   C              G                Am                   F
we gather what we can of shattered selves and face each other
     C                G            Am                  F
I'll let the darkness speak for me when my bones won't listen
C           G           Am        F
   'til I return to the communism of the worms
C              G           Am          F              C
without God or Master there,  six feet underneath the earth
G     Am      F               C    G    Am    F
          the commune of the dirt


C G Am F x4

C             G           Am       F
   I sleep at night like a  flaming tire
C            G                     Am           F
   like city traffic blocked, like bottles at police
C         G             Am                   F
   I wake up and tell myself, ?live like you mean it?
C                G                                Am            F
I don't know the stakes I play, but they're worth everything to me
C        G                Am           F
   and I know that you're always tired comrade
C              G                Am                 F
just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
C            G           Am        F
   when we return to the anarchism of the worms
C              G           Am          F              C
without God or Master there,  six feet underneath the earth
G     Am      F           C
          the anarchy of dirt
G     Am      F                     C