The Ballroom Thieves - Oak

      [Verse 1]
       C                      Am
Brave, bottles crowd the ocean floor
F
Bound by rot, the scapegoats
          C                G
Of their salesmen on the shore
         C               Am  F
Oh, the bastards of our natural war
               C
They may have lost this time
      G               C
But no one's keeping score


[Verse 2]
      C                          Am
Well courage straightens up its chin
F
Burns the maps and runs
             C                G
With upraised arms into the wind
           C                 Am F
Oh, and fortune tears it limb from limb
            C
Says "That bed looks warm
      G            C
But I'm not coming in"

Dm    G   Dm    G
  Ooh-ooh, Ooh-ooh

C G Am G F
Oooooooooooh


[Verse 3]
        C                         Am
Oh, now charm still spars with misbelief
F
Till time has rung its bell
               C            G
And captained one to its knees
           C                    Am F
Oh, more stubborn than an old oak tree
               C                  G
And when she smiles she shows her teeth


[Verse 4]
         C                       Am
And now havoc wreaks itself to sleep
F
Plunders tact and pride and sinks
       C              G
Its roots in far too deep
              C                  Am F
And in this darkness only hate can see
   C                 G
So keep your fires burning for me

[Outro]
Dm                   G
Thick skinned and never growing old
Dm                        G
Desire cries and tries to reason with your soul
       C   G   Am   G    F
Saying I know what you need
         C    G  Am  G F
I could keep you company
C       G   Am  G F
Greed grins eagerly
                    G         C
Says it's goddamn easy being me