The F#m might be a 7th or a minor 7th.
There should be enough here to figure out the bass note pattern,
(if you care about passing notes)
but you can also just strum it.

Also, if you've got time and cash you don't need,
go to Brown Bird's site and donate to the lead singer's/guitarist's (David Lamb's) 
leukemia treatment.
Help him out if you want them to keep making great music!
They can't tour to make money due to his illness,
and I don't know about you,
but I wanna see them live one day.

Comment if you have any corrections.


Bm
I can’t make my mood match the weather
                                                     Em
I can’t make the weather do what I want
F#                                                             A
so I’ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
Em                                  A                   Bm
and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die


I tried to be good, I was a failure
                                                     Em
so I took to taking all the good men down
F#                                                             A
it wasn’t hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew
Em                                  A                   Bm
until all the two-shoes scattered underground

Bm                A
you could be right
Em                                     A
they might come for me at night
F#                                             F#m
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
Bm           A
for all my spite
Em                             A
I might never win the fight
F#                                    F#m              Bm
but I will rage against the light forever more


I drank the blood of angels from a bottle
                                                          Em
just to see if I could call the lightning down
F#                                                   A
it hasn’t struck me yet and I would wage my soul to bet
Em                                             A                  Bm
that there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow


Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over
                                                                  Em
and you get to thinking fate’s got different plans
F#                                                               A
like maybe i’m not born to die but to bring darkness to the sky
Em                                               A            Bm
and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can


Bm                A
you could be right
Em                                     A
they might come for me at night
F#                                             F#m
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
Bm           A
for all my spite
Em                             A
I might never win the fight
F#                                    F#m              Bm
but I will rage against the light forever more

Bm A
Em A
F# F#m
Bm A
Em A
F# F#m Bm

G                                     F#
and oh the hopelessly tender hearted
A                                       Bm
tend to sing the loudest of love
Em                         F#m                    Bm          
     F#7
but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie
G                              F#
I fold the grass over all they’ve started
A                                         Bm
to never see the light of the sun
Em                    F#m                     Bm
as they dwell in darkness so shall I



don’t try to come around here, spreading sentiments of cheer
                     Em
you told your last white lie, everything is not alright
F#                                  A
you hope, you pray, you love the light of day
Em                                      A                Bm
but there’s no one up there listening tonight

Bm                A
you could be right
Em                                     A
they might come for me at night
F#                                             F#m
in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
Bm           A
for all my spite
Em                             A
I might never win the fight
F#                                    F#m              Bm
but I will rage against the light forever more

Bm
I can’t make my mood match the weather
                                                     Em
I can’t make the weather do what I want
F#                                                             A
so I’ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky
Em                                  A                   Bm
and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die