F#m A Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me D A D E Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me F#m A Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but D A D E Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me F#m Rapping at the chapel door A E Sweeping up an enemy’s floor F#m Do not touch or make a sound A E Keep your eyes upon the ground D A Read your countless volumes D A Shunned your many sins D A But I cannot find salvation D E In the rattlin’ of your tins Chorus D A I wish good to your children D A And their own children, too D A But your armor will not fit me D E Although, fine, it’s suiting you F#m A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown A E So many names and dates to know F#m Books upon the books are stacked A E To get something so simple back D A We’re talkin’ revolution D A But spirals not the spins D A Where you fall down, dizzy D E And forget where to begin Chorus F#m E Turn your blessings into weapons Bm C#m And hold them before your chest D A To you and all your comrades D A I only wish the best F#m E We may not meet again Bm C#m For we are treading separate trails D A But I’ll cast off and think of you D E On seas or roads or rails Hit chords hard, with power: F#m E From chapels to the armies Bm C#m Magician to the knave D A You either blaze your own trail D E Or you’re diggin’ yer own grave Chorus End on A --MiScHiEf BrEw--