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G#m C#m F#(m) G#m
G#m C#m F#(m) G#m
G#m C#m G#m C#m
What does it matter? A dream of love or a dream of lies?
F# (sustain) C# thingee D#
We're all gonna be the same place when we die.
G#m C#m G#m C#m
Your spirit don't leave knowing your face or your name,
F# (sustain) C# thingee D#
And the wind through your bones is all that remains, and
G#m C#m F#(m) G#m
We're all gonna be...
(embellish with sparse and groovy guitar licks according to your listening pleasure)
...We're all gonna be just dirt in the ground.
The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word,
I want to know am I the sky or a bird,
'Cause hell is boilin' over, and heaven is full,
We're chained to the world and we've all gotta pull.
And we're all gonna be...just dirt in the ground.
Now the killer was smiling, with nerves made of stone;
He climbed the stairs and the gallows groaned;
And the people's hearts were pounding, they were throbbing they were red,
As he swung over the crowd I heard the hangman said
We're all gonna be ...just dirt in the ground.
Now Cain slew Abel, he killed him with a stone;
The sky cracked open and the thunder groaned;
Along a river of flesh can these dry bones live?
Ask a king or a beggar and the answer they'll give
Is we're all gonna be...just dirt in the ground
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