Angeline

[C]  [Em]   [C]   [Em]   [C]   [Em]   [Am]   [G]

    T[C]he leaves hav[Em]e turned,
    Y[C]our ways have[Em] burned,
    Y[C]our naked [Em]flesh,
    [Am]Against the [G]sun.

    [C]Your walls are[Em] bare,
    [C]And your hudd[Em]led there,
    [C]Igno[Em]ring
    [Am]Every[G]one.

    [C]But on your [Em]own,
    [C]Your kids hav[Em]e grown,
    [C]And left you [Em]to,
    [Am]Waste away y[G]ourself,

    [C]You want to[Em] eat,
    [C]But your stubbor[Em]n feet,
    [C]Have left, [Em]
    [Am]Nothing on [G]the shelf.

    [C]Angeline, A[Em]ngeline
    [C]All your friends on their [Em]hands, and knees,
    [C]Tired of your trage[Em]dies,
    [Am]And standing on your [G]bones tonight,
    [Am]Dressed up in the [G]pale moonlight,
    [Am]Surrounded by the tall grass, waving with the pale brown[G] trees.

This is the way they play the whole song.
The rest of the lyrics  are as follows:

  What a bad sight, your corpse is light,
  and laid out for everyone to see.
  Now the snow has come, falling on everyone,
  and making steam when we breathe.

  Now they put you in the ground, about six feet down,
  and left you to rot in your dirt cave shell.
  Now the worms they feed, on your fragile feet,
  as you walk your naked path to hell.

Play intro twice, end.