Flies

G

[VERSE 1]

      C             G
Your fan of golden hair
D                    G          G/F#
oiled with rose and cinnamon
Em                     G
As your blood bloomed poppy red
  Am         C      G
across your velvet coat
      Am        C      G
Your deep blue velvet coat

[VERSE 2]

       C               G
Yes, there in Montana prairie grass
      D                G   G/F#
the Sioux shot Custer down
     Em                  G
His red scarf tied, his black boots shined
     Am            C            G
How beautiful he looked to the flies,
     Am     C         G
the happy kingdom of flies

[VERSE 3]

      C                 G
Dear Custer there's a Wal-Mart now
       D                  G     G/F#
where once the grizzlies roamed
Em                           G
Mountains of hair spray and cowboy shirts
      Am      C     G
and everyone has a gun
Am              C     G
Everyone still has a gun

[VERSE 4]

     C                    G
But high in the rafters above the lights,
     D                        G    G/F#
red finches, they hide their nests
     Em                  G
And when our cars drive out of sight
           Am           C        G
they sing symphonies across the night
          Am         C      G
In their forest of heating pipes

[VERSE 5]

     C                         G
And out past the parking lot along the curb
        D                 G     G/F#
in the wilds of weed and trash
        Em            G
Great armies of the smallest ants
       Am               C              G
fight battles for the glory of their queen
        Am    C        G
Such a tiny glorious queen

[VERSE 6]

     C               G
But even the empress of the ants
D                      G        G/F#
for whom ten thousand fall
Em                   G
Makes not a sound beneath the blades
    Am        C         G
of our great empire of lawns
     Am          C          G
How quiet is the empire of lawns