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All the World Is Mad (remix)

Thrice
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
We  are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned
 We are demons  that hide in the mirror
 But the blood  on our hands
 Paints a picture exceedingly clear
We  are brimming  with cumbersome, murderous greed
 And malevolence  deep and profound.
We  do unspeakable deeds
 Does our wickedness know any bounds?
Something's  gone  terribly wrong
 With everyone
All  the world  is mad
 Darkness brings  terrible  things
 The sun is gone
What vanity!  Our sad, wretched fires
 (like the beginning)
 We can't medicate man to perfection again
 We can't legislate peace in our hearts
 We can't educate sin from our souls
 It's been there from the start
 But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits
 Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed
 But of all our iniquities
 Ignorance may be the worst
 Something's gone terribly wrong
 With everyone
 All the world is mad
 Darkness brings terrible things
 The sun is gone
 What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires
Oh  little light we have!
 It only serves to show
 The snares  and seeds of wrath
 We have already  sewn on every path
Something's  gone terribly wrong
 With everyone
All  the world  is mad
 Darkness brings  terrible  things
 The sun is gone
What  vanity!  Our sad, wretched  fires

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Readable chord sheet for All the World Is Mad (remix) by Thrice

[Am]We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned
We are [Cm]demons that hide in the mirror
But the [Am]blood on our hands
Paints a picture exceedingly c[Cm]lear      [Eb5]

[E7]We are [Am]brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed
And ma[Cm]levolence deep and profound.
[Am]We do unspeakable deeds
Does our wickedness know any [Cm]bounds?

[Eb]Somethi[E7]ng's gon[Am]e terr[G]ibly [Dm7]wrong
With eve[E7]ryo[Am]ne
[Em]All the [G]world is [Dm]mad
Dark[E7]ness [Am]brings terri[G]ble th[Dm7]ings
The sun [E7]is [Am]gone
[Em]What [G]van[Dm]ity! Our sad, wretch[E7]ed [Am]fires  [Cm]        [Am]              [Cm]

(like the beginning)
We can't medicate man to perfection again
We can't legislate peace in our hearts
We can't educate sin from our souls
It's been there from the start

But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed
But of all our iniquities
Ignorance may be the worst

Something's gone terribly wrong
With everyone
All the world is mad
Darkness brings terrible things
The sun is gone                   [Am]   [Fm]  [Am]  [Fm]
What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires

[Am]Oh little light [G]we [Fm]have!
It only serves [G]to [Am]show
The snar[Em7]es and seeds of [Gsus4]wrath
We have al[Ab]ready sewn on every [Am]path

[Am]Something's gone terr[G]ibly [Dm7]wrong
With e[E7]ver[Am]yone
[Em]All the wo[G]rld is [Dm]mad
Dark[E7]ness [Am]brings terri[G]ble th[Dm7]ings
The sun [E7]is [Am]gone
[Em]What va[G]nit[Dm]y! Our sad, wret[E7]ched fir[Am]es   [Am]         [Ab7]

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