F#m                         A
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
D             A             D                E
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m                    A
Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but
D             A             D                E 
Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me
F#m
Rapping at the chapel door
A             E
Sweeping up an enemy’s floor
F#m
Do not touch or make a sound
A             E
Keep your eyes upon the ground


D                  A
Read your countless volumes
D                A
Shunned your many sins
D                A
But I cannot find salvation
D                      E
In the rattlin’ of your tins

Chorus

  D                A
I wish good to your children
    D                  A
And their own children, too
         D             A
But your armor will not fit me
         D                  E 
Although, fine, it’s suiting you

F#m
A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown
A                 E
So many names and dates to know
F#m
Books upon the books are stacked
A                         E
To get something so simple back
D                 A
We’re talkin’ revolution
   D               A
But spirals not the spins
D                    A
Where you fall down, dizzy
       D            E
And forget where to begin

Chorus

F#m                     E
Turn your blessings into weapons
Bm                      C#m
And hold them before your chest
  D                A 
To you and all your comrades
D              A
I only wish the best
F#m            E
We may not meet again
         Bm                C#m
For we are treading separate trails
        D            A
But I’ll cast off and think of you
D                  E
On seas or roads or rails

Hit chords hard, with power:

F#m                E
From chapels to the armies
Bm            C#m
Magician to the knave
D                        A
You either blaze your own trail
D                        E
Or you’re diggin’ yer own grave

Chorus

End on A

--MiScHiEf BrEw--