Heretics

Note: Chords come from the Acoustic Version - called "Early Version" that appears on the 
On EP.  It will work with the other lead tab here for the original version if you put a 
on III for these chords.

Intro: C F Am F

C
Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it
F
Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it
Am
Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
F                           Fm
Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it
C                         F
And tell us all about it
Am                    F
And tell us all about it

Ab  Bb

C#              Ab
How about some credit now
                C#
Where credit is due
                          Ab    Ab/G
For the damage that we've done
C#                   Ab
We have brought upon ourselves and others
       Bb               Eb
With a slow and vicious gun
             C#               Eb
And although pratfalls can be fun
               G
Encores can be fatal

And then I hear you say
C
Thank God it's fatal
Thank God it's fatal
F
Am
Not shy
Not shy of fatal
                  F
Not shy of fatal
C
Thank God it's fatal
                      F
Thank God it's fatal
Am
Not shy of fatal
                 F
Not shy of fatal

Ab  Bb

C#              Ab
Wait just a second now
                C#
It's not all that bad
                          Ab    Ab/G
Don't you count out the sun
C#                   Ab
You're making mountains of handkerchiefs
       Bb               Eb
Where the mascara always runs
             C#               Eb
So be careful when you're done
               G
You're bound to get post-natal
What did I just hear you say?

Repeat C F Am F progression to end

Thank God it's fatal
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a door
And we don't want to read the signs that you bore
You know the kind of sign you hang on a door
Saying, "We'll be back. What a crack."
Now don't you think we might have heard that before?
Now don't you think we might have heard that before?

Bored holes through our tongues, so sing a song about it
Held our breath for too long till we're half sick about it
Tell us what we did wrong and you can blame us for it
Turn a clamp on our thumbs, we'll sew a doll about it