Rider

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[D]   [A]

Verse 1 chords:
[D]Baby's [A]ball all blood [D]red like flayed of [A]pigs and silk [D]soft little [A]things
Fill a [D]house hung from [A]strings
And I [E]fly out on my silver, [D]scissoring [A]wings
With the [E]other sardines over [D]cities of [A]things mommies [A2]need
Light as [E]gas, and half-[D]assedly [A]free
Like [E]I was in nine[D]teen ninety [A]three

Verse 2 chords:
[D]Over the [A]ruins like we're [D]staggering [A]apes, what we [D]get is what we [A]take
In a [E]split open place where a [D]man can get [A]kinged
In a [E]palace of [D]panic and [A]flames, where [D]nobody gets [A]blamed
By the [E]tired, and [D]broke down, and [A]beat
Sunken [E]gardens where [D]there was a [A]street

use verse 1 chords
West over water I rambled and paced
and the blood river raced like the sweat down my face
And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced
And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes, and I blazed
In the last orange hours of the day
Until the dust hazed and hid us away

Little [D]baby, be [A]brave, see [D]dad riding [A]over the [E]rise
His [D]whole caval[A]cade through the [D]crowd watch them [A]run on all [E]sides

use verse 1 chords
And the neon white branches, and the carrion fly on a congressman's eye
I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves
and left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach beneath the trees
I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze
There's a hole in my throat, you can note my last wheeze if you need
And then take hold of the rope down we scream