James Kenney

Wicker Man

James Kenney


Tom: G

Am            G     D
Life Inside a Snail Shell
Am                 G         D
Believing you're a Prophet living in Hell
Am        G      D
A cynical Wicker Man
Am           G      D
Always got a better plan

[Pre Chorus 1}

F           G               D       D
But try and find him if you can

[Chorus 1]

F                             C             G    D
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
         F               C                    G          D
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
         F                      C                 G           D
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
        F                C          G
Turning all your windows into Microscopes

It's only a choice

[Break]

Am     G  D  x4

[Verse 2]

Am              G          D
Life inside his frightened mind
Am                  G         D
Filled with all the negatives he can find
Am               G      D
To save him from saying yes
Am                  G        D
And risk disproving he's the best

[Pre Chorus 2]

F                   G                      D         D
But no actions will ever speak louder than his words

[Chorus 2]

F                             C             G    D
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
         F               C                    G          D
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
         F                      C                 G           D
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
        F                C         G
Turning all your windows into Microscopes

It's only a choice

[Bridge]
F  C  G  D
F  C  G  D
It's only a choice
F  C  G  D
It's only a choice
F  C  G  D

[Pre Chorus 3]

         F                           G                      D
And he's scared of the world 'cos he thinks the worlds like him

[Chorus 3]

         F                    C             G    D
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
         F               C                    G          D
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
         F                      C                 G           D
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
        F                C         G
Turning all your windows into Microscopes

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