Chords for The Peculiar Pretzelmen - These Hands Are Clean

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_ _ Confess!
_ _ Confess!
_ [C] By listening [Bb] you know, [Cm] Sweet Jesus has [Gm] wept,
But the tears were all blood, All the eyes have been cut,
[C] Decisions silently [Bb] made, The [C] eye goes like a [D] shut,
The incisions have [Gm] been enhanced on our [C] vision,
The methodical [Bb] mechanics of [Cm]
exacting a [D] vision,
_ [Gm] Time's running out, Blood's draining [C] away,
The tumor must [Bb] go, [G] That the organs may stay,
[D] _ Screaming blood and murder, Pushing on a little [Eb] [G] further,
_ _ [A] _ _ [D]
Out, out, we'd spark, To ring the infection,
The doors will drop, Someone looking in and moan,
The sacks are forced down, [C] And the clocks have all stopped,
[Bb] Till then we [A] keep digging, And we don't,
[Cm] No we don't,
No we [C] _ don't,
Dare,
[A] _
_ [Am] Stop,
_ Come [D] on boys, Now follow me,
It's us against the grey, Unseen keeps running,
Scrubbing to his hands,
To his [G] hands,
Ah, clean,
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_ [G] Falling through the mud,
Insane with the [Dm] blood,
_ [C] Stumbling in the dark,
Where his eyes are [D] smooth shut,
Watch yourself with new eyes, Stay away from the [C] world,
That five minute line,
Letting know what you [Gm] know,
All the knives, all the needles,
All the doctors, all [Ab] the nurses,
[C] Each body an elegy,
All the riddles and [G]
curses,
[Gm] The deeper the digging,
The condition [Ab]
worsened,
[C] Carving and slicing, Till each eye of the brigade [Dm]
opened,
Drilling the holes,
Releasing the demons,
[C] Without reason the agents had all committed the [D]
treason,
[Gm] Their bodies were dusted,
[D] The evidence disappeared,
[C] Just keep scrubbing the floors, And [Cm] just pretend you don't hear,
[D] The [F] screaming, the looting, murder,
Pushing it all a [Am] little further,
_ _ _ [A] _ Ow, ow,
Bleeding spots,
[D] Raining infection,
Don't spill the drop,
Someone's lucky,
The more or not the sacks and tools,
[A] Now when the clocks have all [D] stopped,
Till then we keep digging,
_ _ _ _ _ _ No we _ don't,
_ Yeah,
_ [A]
Stop,
_ _ Come on [Bb] boys, now follow me,
It's us [G] against the gray,
Let's see if he's [D] strong enough to scrub until his hands,
Till then his hands are _ clean,
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