Intro:
NONE
Verse:
B E
Well the street was jumping with murderers
A B
And their half set alibis
E
And though I prefer poetry,
A B
I brought my guns to the starting line
And when the announcer said
E A B
“Cast your currents, all bloods come from upstream!”
E
I chambered a little insurance myself,
A B
Pointed my iron and squeezed
Pre-Chorus
E
Neck and neck with teenage archers
G
Straining against their bows
A
We tracked the cities pornographies
And sang ice to it snows
Chorus: