Chords for A Pict Song

[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Db] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [N] _ _ Oh, [B] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ oh, _ oh, _ Rome never looks where she _ dreads.
_ Always her heavy halls fall.
_ Our bellies, our hearts and our heads.
_ Rome never eats when we squall.
_ Our [D] centuries pass by and that's all.
We gather [E] behind them in _ halls.
Bought to reconquer the wall.
_ With only our tongues is our swords.
_ [N]
We are the little folk we. _
Too little, too love or too _ hate.
But leave us alone and you'll see. _
How fast we can drag down the state. _ _
We are the worm in the wood. _
We are the rod at the root. _ _
We are the taint in the blood. _
We are the thorn in the foot. _
A mistletoe killing an oak. _ _
Rats snoring cables in two. _
Moths eating holes in a cloak. _ _
Oh, they must love what they do. _
Yes, we little folk do. _ _
We are as busy as they. _
_ Working our works out of you. _
_ Watch and you'll see it someday. _ _
We are [A] the [Ab] little folk we. _
Too [N] little, too love or too hate.
[Abm]
But leave us alone and you'll see.
How fast we can drag down the state. _ _
We are the worm in the wood.
We are the rod at the root. _
We are the taint in the blood.
_ We are the thorn in the foot.
_ _ Though maybe we are not strong.
_ _ Yet we know people's true _ art.
[Ab] That we will guide them along.
_ [N] _ Smash and destroy you in war.
_ We shall be slaves just the same.
_ _ When have we never [B] been slaves?
_ _ We will [Bb] die of [Eb] shame.
_ [Abm] _ [Eb] And we [N] will dance on your graves.
_ We are the little folk we.
_ Too little, too love or too hate.
But leave us alone and you'll see.
How fast we can drag down the state.
_ _ We are the worm in the wood.
_ We are the rod at the root.
_ And we are the taint in the blood.
_ We are the thorn in the foot. _ _