[Intro]
C C/B Am F G C
C

[Verse 1]
C          C/B       Am                    F                   Em
Out of the loop face down on the stoop i've never been more at home
   C               C/B      Am                  F                G
My day filled with thievery livery leaves such a dry and thirsty throat
C          C/B     Am                    F        Em
Drunk to a piss so stupid with bliss but never a drone
C          C/B         Am                 F           G    C
Awash with bad art but full of more heart than anyone on a throne

[Chorus]
   F              Em             F           Em
So strike up your longswords and call in the dogs
F            Em               F             G
Burn out the lights that have burned for so long
     F           Em          F               Em
I'll spit in the face of the guards who will fight
    F              Em          F            G
But never will you kill off my love for the pint
C     C/B     Am        C        C/B        Am
Merry are the souls who bathe in liquors of gold
C     C/B     Am
Merry are the souls
    F        G          C   C/B   F        G          C
Who bathe in liquors of gold, who bathe in liquors of gold

[Verse 2]
C               C/B       Am                    F                Em
Stroll down the street no shoes on my feet but a smile 'cross my face
C              C/B          Am                   F                  G
I spend my day drinking and not too much thinking of the weaving of fate
C            C/B           Am              F          Em
He dances on string what a terrible thing a worry too great
C                 C/B          Am                  F           G       C
But I'd rather be drunk and be down on my luck and tie someone with my mates (?)


[Chorus]
   F              Em             F           Em
So strike up your longswords and call in the dogs
F            Em               F             G
Burn out the lights that have burned for so long
     F           Em          F               Em
I'll spit in the face of the guards who will fight
    F              Em          F            G
But never will you kill off my love for the pint
C     C/B     Am        C        C/B        Am
Merry are the souls who bathe in liquors of gold
C     C/B     Am
Merry are the souls
    F        G          C   C/B   F        G          C    C/B
Who bathe in liquors of gold, who bathe in liquors of gold
    F        G          C   C/B   F        G          C
Who bathe in liquors of gold, who bathe in liquors of gold