Americana The World Is Changing

[Intro: ] G D G D [Verso 1] G I like the look of motorcycles G But I can't take the sound D Or thelowAmericana D But that shitpassed on the ground G Louis was apatriot G But I'm not made for crowds D Someone told me, "Crowds are liquid" D Fill the glass up by the mouth Em Spread them out in a single file Em Ask them one long question each F#m "When you finally meet your maker F#m Will you preface with a speech?" Em Will you say, "The world is changing Em And my mind's not fast enough?" F#m Feed you vast information F#m And remember how to love Intrumental: G D [Verso 2] G I'd say I'm intelligent G But I can't read a book D No one warnd me to be wary D Of a strain that pains you looking G I think it is evrything G Who cares for what they took? D What's the point of any privilege? D We are fish on shiny hooks Em If you hook 'em when they're nascent Em If you snag 'em when they're young F#m This is how you build an army F#m I'm a cold man's rising son Em Here's the brightest of a nation Em In a wide panopticon F#m Keep them busy with each other F#m As the real war wages on Em So we seek a modern prophet Em As the cycle follows through F#m But how can one thing be omniscient? F#m When there's this much, nothing's true Em So when we finally meet our maker Em And the judgement passes down F#m We will say, "The world is changing" F#m They'll say, "It just spins around" [Refrão] N.C. Em Pick us up and pour us out Em Pick us up and pour us out F#m Pick us up and pour us out Em Pick us up and pour us out Em Pick us up and pour us out F#m Pick us up and pour us out G*