Penance Fire Blues

	  		

(Verse 1) 

D 
And I see papers and papers 
F 
Stacked up in formation 
C 
That mean much before 
G 
They're lining the fire 

D 
As the bottomless heat goes 
F 
To harness your anger 
C 
Your blood and 
G                 D 
Your deepest desire 

(Verse 2) 

Because there's no truth stolen 
F 
That's been ever brought forward 
C 
By the minds of the writers 
G 
Looking face down on the gutter 

D 
Cause this world's full of thinkers 
F 
And suffragette speakers 
C                                  G 
Who deny that they ever wear a dress 
                                    D 
Oh, this god forsaken town is in a mess 



D 
And all the truths been let out loose 
F 
Is desperate to amuse 
C 
As it grabs you by the throat 
G 
And strings out all the times you've used 

D 
But now you don't belong 
F 
You whisper when you speak 
C 
You turn yourself to nighttime 
G                          D 
You're trying to find your feet 

           C 
So let me run, Lord 
              G 
Lord, Lord, Lord 

Run... 
                    D 
Lord, just let me run 
            C 
So let me run, Lord 
               G 
Lord, Lord, Lord 
                    D 
Lord, just let me run 
 

(Verse 3) 

D 
But as the morning awakens 
F 
That light sends a shudder 
C 
The twist of hope that helped you down 
G 
Is left to rest and stir 

D 
You back down a hallway 
F 
To flourish the darkness 
C 
And fool yourself 
                     G 
You did it all for her 
                 D            
And him, and her 

 
D 
And all the truths been let out loose 
F 
Is desperate to amuse 
C 
As it grabs you by the throat 
G 
And strings out all the times you've used 

D 
But now you don't belong 
F 
You whisper when you speak 
C 
You turn yourself to nighttime 
G                          D 
You're trying to find your feet 



           C 
So let me run, Lord 
              G 
Lord, Lord, Lord 

Run... 
                    D 
Lord, just let me run 
            C 
So let me run, Lord 
               G 
Lord, Lord, Lord 
                    D 
Lord, just let me run 

Outro 

D 
But I've seen your face before 
F 
Rich boy playing poor 
C 
Ravaging the whores 
G 
Ignoring constant calls 

D 
Now you don't belong 
F 
You whisper when you speak 
C 
You turn yourself to nighttime 
G 
You're trying to find your feet 


          C 
So let me run, Lord 
              G 
Lord, Lord, Lord 

Run... 
                    D 
Lord, just let me run 
            C 
So let me run, Lord 
               G 
Lord, Lord, Lord 
                    D 
Lord, just let me run