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Heretics Tab

by Andrew Bird


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:    


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
                         
And tell us all about it
                    
And tell us all about it

  

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

And then I hear you say

Thank God it's fatal
Thank God it's fatal


Not shy
Not shy of fatal
                  
Not shy of fatal

Thank God it's fatal
                      
Thank God it's fatal

Not shy of fatal
                 
Not shy of fatal

  

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

Repeat     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