The Bell Tower

Intro: 
NONE 

Verse: 
           B                      E 
Well the street was jumping with murderers 
           A           B 
And their half set alibis 
                     E 
And though I prefer poetry,  
              A                    B 
I brought my guns to the starting line 
           
And when the announcer said 
  E                        A                   B 
“Cast your currents, all bloods come from upstream!” 
                        E 
I chambered a little insurance myself, 
 A                     B 
Pointed my iron and squeezed 


Pre-Chorus 
 E 
Neck and neck with teenage archers 
  G 
Straining against their bows 
     A 
We tracked the cities pornographies 

And sang ice to it snows 


Chorus: 
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       A         B 
What, woh-oh-oh-woh 


Verse: 
    B                    E 
In cool flight jazzish lines 
 A                       B 
Sounded like classical themes 
                            E 
I littered the night with clumsy jamming 
      A                 B 
Constructed a lean to dream 
                       E 
Thus, into the race I fell or jumped 
        A               B 
With a bit of affected malice 
                     E 
Grabbed hold of the rudder 
      A                                   B 
And steered the rotting ship towards the palace 


Pre-Chorus 
 E 
Some of the chumps I left in my wake 
      G 
Had dossiers and blast 
  A 
Probably most of the worst of them 
                                     A A A 
Were reflections of me in the glass 


Chorus: 
        B 
And we ran to the bell tower 


Verse: 
           B                  E 
There's a village of little bruises 
      A                      B 
That set you on its spiral track 
                          E 
To lower your voice any jeers and cover  
 A                B 
Letters turn to black 
                              E 
Hey remember that knife you bought as a joke? 
 A                    B 
Now it’s whispering hints 
                  E 
You’re in Shiloh now little kid 
 A                      B 
Down here we sleep in sense 


Pre-Chorus 
     E 
So point your weapons upward 
  G 
Against both luck and god 
      A 
With any luck that son of a bitch 

Will roll your numbers odd 


Chorus: 
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
 A         B 
Woh-oh-oh-woh 


OUTRO: 
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
       B                 E 
As we ran to the bell tower  
 A          B 
Woh-woh-oh-woh