of Montreal — Belle Glade Missionaries

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[Intro]
F# F# 
F# B7
Bm7 F#


[Verse 1]
            F#                             F#
Belle Glade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine,
                F#                  B7
You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and,
Bm7                                  F#
   Send them back to where they came from.
D          Dmaj7        D7           F#
 Send them back to the savannas of disease.

[Verse 2]
                F#                               F#
From your first psychotic episode to your drug-induced schizophrenia,
         F#                    B7
It's your  dysphoric mania that  makes you so likable,
Bm7                      F#
   And everybody wanna save you.

D        Dmaj7        D7 F#
Save you just for themself.

[Chorus]
                D#m                            C#
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
            D#m                      C#
So they can get them back into their factories
            A#m                          E     A
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed
      G#m                                    C#
But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter
        C#7
Doesn't matter!


[Verse 3]

         F#                                F#
My fever must be high because these bitter winter winds,
                    F#
Have made the bones in my jaw go hollow,
B7
   And there's a sense
Bm7                                 F#
   that there's a prowler on the prairie.
D         Dmaj7       D7 F#
  Leaving hair on the walls.

[Verse 4]
                F#                              F#
We helped to flatten the sounds that bound down Dolores Street,
                  F#
And my greatest fear released,
         B7
Into someone else's consciousness
Bm7
  and now it's theirs to contend with.
D        Dmaj7               D7           F#
 Ah, but still there's these razors to pretend with.

[Chorus]
                D#m                            C#
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today
            D#m                      C#
So they can get them back into their factories
            A#m                          E     A
You know it pains me to see you all being so deceived,
      G#m                                    C#
But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter


[Bridge]

Fm
  I have a sense you want to be,
    D#
The female Henry Miller,
            A#m
Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks and,
           C#
Exploiting other people's madness.

Fm
  On Nexus you claimed to have called out to me,
    D#
Telepathically through all archaic mediums,
      A#m                      A#m7
But I never once heard you, so,
                      C#            C#7
I think you were just lying again.


[Verse 5]
                 F#
I feel like I've been Becket's Molloy'd,
                  F#
Like something nature people avoid,
                     F#
Like all my talent's been destroyed,
             B7
Like I'm a para-spectral voice,
Bm7                      F#
With no choices at the present.

D                Dmaj7    D7         F#
 Still there's a value in things unpleasant.


[Verse 6]

               F#                    F#
Well, you post naked GIFs of your epileptic fits,
               F#                            B7
And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a shit,
    Bm7                      F#
And view your fugues with amusement.
D        Dmaj7       D7
 All the evil in the universe,
                D7              F#
There are no victims, only participants.

[Chorus]
                D#m                            C#
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today,
            D#m                      C#
So they can get them back into their factories.
            A#m                          E     A
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed,
      G#m                                    C#
But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter.

C#7
Doesn't matter!

[Outro]

F#

            F#               F#
Can't trust my instincts lately,
F#                  F#
They don't feel organic.
F#                   F#
They feel more synthetic,
F#                   F#
They feel more synthetic,
F#            F#
   More synthetic,
F#      F#
  Synthetic,
F#      F#
  Synthetic		
    

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