Chords for Jim Morrison - An American Prayer (The poem).

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet and are you alive?
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages.
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests. _
Have you [Em] forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?
_ We need great golden populations. _ _ _ _
_ Father, they're cackling in trees of the forest.
Her mother is dead in the sea.
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] Do you know we are being led to slaughters by [E] placid admirals [Em] and that fat, slow generals are
getting [E] obscene on young blood?
_ _ [G] Do you know we are ruled [E] by P.V.?
[Bm] _ [E] _ [Bm] _ _
[A] _ [E] _ [Bm] _ The moon [E] is a [D] dry blood beast.
_ [Em] Guerrilla bands are [Bm] rolling [E] numbers in the [Bm] next block of green vine, [E] amassing [Bm] for warfare of
[E] innocent [Bm] herdsmen [A] who are just dying.
[Em] _ _ _ [G] Oh, great creator of [Gbm] being, grant [Em] us one [A] more hour to
[G] perform our art and perfect our lines.
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ [G] Moths and atheists are doubly divine [Gbm] in dying.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ We live,
we die, and death not ends it. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Journey we moor into the nightmare, cling to life by [Gbm] a patch [E] of
flower, cling to cunts and [G] cocks of despair.
[A] _
We got our [G] final vision by [A] clap, [Gbm] [E] Columbus's groin
that filled with green death.
_ I touched her thigh and death smiled.
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] We have assembled inside this
ancient, [F] insane theater [Gm] to propagate our lust for life and flee the swarm [F] of wisdom and [G] swifts. _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Dm] _ _
The [G] barns [F] are stormed, the windows [G] kept, and only one [F] of all the rest to [G] dance and [F] save us
with the divine [Gm] mockery of words, [F]
music, [Bb] and [F] flames' temperament. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [Dm] _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [F] True king's [Bb] murderers are
allowed to [Gm] roam free, a thousand [F] editions around the [Gm] land.
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ Where are the feasts we were promised?
[Ab] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Eb] Where's the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine?
[N] _ _