They Want My Soul

	  		

Intro- C 

C        
Let's go get out in the street 

Am 
Somebody's gotta 

C 
Let's get the stars to align 

Am 
For lambs to slaughter 

       F 
In the photographs 

                   Ab 
Their eyes make a signal path 

                     Em 
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on  

    F             Ab 
And on and on and on and on 

Cmaj7 
Don't it feel like Friday night? 

Am 
Cars are all lined up 

Cmaj7 
Let it go push you around 

Am 
Oh, what's it amount to? 

Dm                  G                         Dm G 
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul 

Dm                  G                         Dm G 
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul 

Cmaj7       Am  
Post sermon socialites 

F           Ab 
Park enchanters and skin tights 

Dm                     G 
All they want's my soul 

                        C 
Yeah, they want my soul 

Interlude:  C Am 

       F 
In the photographs 

                   Ab 
Their eyes make a signal path 

                     Em 
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on  

    F             Ab 
And on and on and on and on 


Cmaj7 
Let's go lose track of time 

Am 
Somebody's gotta 

Cmaj7 
Let's get the stars to align 

Am 
For lambs to slaughter 

Dm        G                      Dm   G 
Educated folk singers want my soul 

Dm        G                      Dm   G 
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul 

      C                 Am            
I got nothing I want to say to 'em 

      F                      Ab 
They got nothing left that I want 

Dm                 G 
All they want's my soul 
Yes, yes, I know it 

C    Am   
They want my soul 

They want my soul 
Oh ah, want my soul 
Oh ah, they want my soul 
Oh ah, they want my soul