They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back from the Dead!!
by Sufjan Stevens
Intro: Am! Dm Am Em
Rpeat this riff during the "I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S..." part
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I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan
In the grave with Xylophagan
Do you know the ghost community?
Sound the horn, address the city
(Who will save it? Dedicate it?
Who will praise it? Commemorate it for you?)
Am Dm Am
We are awaken with the ax
Em Am
Night of the Living Dead at last
Dm Am
They have begun to shake the dirt
Em Am
Wiping their shoulders from the earth
Dm Am
I know, I know the nations past
Em Am
I know, I know they rust at last
Dm Am
They tremble with the nervous thought
Em Am
Of having been, at last, forgot
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
B-U-D-A! Caledonia! S-E-C-O-R! Magnolia!
B-I-R-D-S! And Kankakee! Evansville and Parker City
Am Dm Am
Speaking their names, they shake the flag
Em Am
Wking the earth, it lifts and lags
Dm Am
We see a thousand rooms to rest
Em Am
Helping us taste the bite of death
Dm Am
I know, I know my time has passed
Em Am
I'm not so young, I'm not so fast
Dm Am
I tremble with the nervous thought
Em Am
Of having been, at last, forgot
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus?
Comer and Potato Peelers! G-R-E-E-N ridge! Reeders
M-C-V-E-Y! And Horace! E-N-O-S! Start the chorus
Corn and Farms and Tombs in Lemmon
Sailor Springs and all things feminine
Centerville and Old Metropolis
Shawneetownn, you trade and topple us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Hold your tongue and don't divide us
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Land of God, you hold and guide us