The Pica Beats — Hope Was Not A Smith Family Tradition

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[Verse]
Am              F               Em       G
Hope, was not a Smith family tradition
            Am                          F                Em       G
Neither was coming home sober with your paycheck still intact
         Am            F            Em      G
At least tension was a tangible situation
       Am                         F                  Em     G
Unlike fate, and disease, and the cricket songs of regret
Am                  F                      Em        G
Words, were not the Smith family way of discussing
              Am                    F                 Em          G
What they all knew was a curse in a language children can't speak
    Am                        F                  Em          G
The devil got his tongue in a state of perpetual progress
            Am                  F                             Em      G
Finding new ways of adding more splinters to the blood in our veins

[Chorus]
     Am                G              C                      Em
Hallelujah! Our little boy of ten has reached the top of the field again
         Am                 G                  C                    Em
But he's gone, out like the photograph you had perched on the mantelpiece
         Am                          G                         C             Em
Who's to say that if he'd gotten off that rattlesnake he would both survived and been great?
         Am                 G                  C      E                  Am
But he's gone just like all your other kids I assume, never to be bitten again

[Bridge]
F                           Am        G
Stick by the phone 'til the wind dies down
F                          Am         G
Pray for polar ice caps to flood this town
      F                                      Am     G
He'll call her with instructions for old and young alike
    F                                  Am       G
She knows he'll disagree when she says let them die (let them die)
F                                  Am               G
This ain't no disaster this is the prince of parlor tea
F                             Am                   G
Reclaiming wooden tables on behalf of the king and queen
F                                    Am             G
The contents of your stomach fall within our lavish realm guards
F                                           Am               G
Grind them up, we can't survive without our champagne and cologne

[Chorus]
         Am                G                        C                   Em
And Hallelujah! Our little friend of god missed his tetanus shot and he got lockjaw
         Am                  G                    C                  Em
Now he's gone, folded like a deck of cards buried out by the wishing well
          Am                         G                    C                 Em
I saw his ghost looking just like he did in life with his nose turned up at immigrant rights
         Am                       G                C                  E
Now he's poised, to haunt us for eternity, I would know if I was spiritual
     Am                G              C                      Em
Hallelujah! Our little boy of ten has reached the top of the field again
         Am                 G                  C                    Em
But he's gone, out like the photograph you had perched on the mantelpiece
         Am                          G                         C             Em
Who's to say that if he'd gotten off that rattlesnake he would both survived and been great?
         Am                 G                  C      E                  Am
But he's gone just like all your other kids I assume, never to be bitten again		
    

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