Chords for Conor Oberst - Napalm (Official Audio)

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It's a quicksilver quest on a hot summer's night.
I got a fistful of fireworks.
I'm gonna try and set things right.
[D] I lost my inhibition.
I think I may have lost my [A] wallet, too. _ _ _ _ _
[E] In this dying land of plenty, there's a whole lot of nothing [A] to do. _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm Billy Pilgrim, your trust in God.
The carpet bomb, the city from God.
They [D] spared the mollies, hold a vigil, for the kind of sorta [A] innocence. _ _ _ _ _ _
I guess [E] I should defend your virtue, but the truth is I'm still [A] on defense. _ _ _ _ _
_ That old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law.
Well, technically speaking, that's Sam Kekimpa.
[D] Sometimes you need a vigilante if you wanna get a just [A] thing done. _ _ _ _
And [E] I don't wanna kill nobody whose only crime is worshiping [A] the sun. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Breakfast [A] of _ _ _ [D] napalm.
Burnt [F#m] down the place [E] where [D] I belong.
Our [A] travels make love.
[E] And they gotta keep it secret, so do it [D] with a [Dm] pipe slur.
[A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And I got that nostalgia for what came before.
Sadly, an acumen of a civil war.
[D] My heartache is obsessive.
I just wish [Am] that I could [A] let it go. _
_ _ _ _ But [E] there's a mountain down in Georgia where the kick-out [A] laser light shows. _
_ _ _ _ And I can't always convince you you're just like Patty Hearst or your sympathetic baby.
When I'm at my worst, [D] I don't wanna brainwash you.
I just wish that you would change your [A] mood.
_ _ _ _ Cause [E] I've been cunning for redemption, and I think I hit the [A] bull's-eye soon.
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Yeah.
Chartreuse [A] and _ _ [D] menthols. _
Burnt [F#m] down the [E] town that [D] we were from.
I've [A] lost my true love.
_ [E] Two or three of my own fire, I tried to put out with [D] a [Dm] sparkler.
Put a [A] link on my _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] asshole.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sing little child like a _ _ nightingale.
Sing [Bm] little child, send [A] the anthrax [D] through the mail.
I wanna know you.
I wanna know if you are [A] true. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ [E] Closer I get to you, it's the further that I feel [A] from you. _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] Breakfast at _ Napalm.
[D] _ _ Burnt [F#m] down the place [E] where we [D] belong.
Our [A] travels make love.
[E] And I gotta keep it secret. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It's gonna do [Em] it with the [Dm] light source. _ _ _ _ _
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