They Want My Soul

[Intro]- C C Let's go get out in the street Am Somebody's gotta C Let's get the stars to align Am For lambs to slaughter F In the photographs Ab Their eyes make a signal path Em And the feeling goes on and on and on and on F Ab And on and on and on and on Cmaj7 Don't it feel like Friday night? Am Cars are all lined up Cmaj7 Let it go push you around Am Oh, what's it amount to? Dm G Dm G Card sharks and street preachers want my soul Dm G Dm G All the sellers and palm readers want my soul Cmaj7 Am Post sermon socialites F Ab Park enchanters and skin tights Dm G All they want's my soul C Yeah, they want my soul Interlude: C Am F In the photographs Ab Their eyes make a signal path Em And the feeling goes on and on and on and on F Ab And on and on and on and on Cmaj7 Let's go lose track of time Am Somebody's gotta Cmaj7 Let's get the stars to align Am For lambs to slaughter Dm G Dm G Educated folk singers want my soul Dm G Dm G Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul C Am I got nothing I want to say to 'em F Ab They got nothing left that I want Dm G All they want's my soul Yes, yes, I know it C Am They want my soul They want my soul Oh ah, want my soul Oh ah, they want my soul Oh ah, they want my soul