Tom: Em
G
Scream thy jets off to Orion
E Em
As drone blurs kin
G
And the hills sing prayers of America
Em
It's hard times we're in
[Chorus]
G
It's hard times
Em
It's hard times
G
It's hard times
Em
It's hard times
[Pre-Chorus]
Am C
Soon the only gentle voice you'll hear
Em
Is one you cannot know to fear
D
The kindest cut draws blood from filth
C Em
As what fetes and feeds the toil of fallen men
G
Albion sweeps limb from limb
Am
As plucked by poison quill
B7 G
But don't stand still
A Am Em
[Chorus]
C G Em
It's hard, hard times
C
It's hard times
G Em
[Bridge]
G
Fear thee not, hands of our maker
Em
Enchantment guilds sop
G
First to war, you're meat for the satyrs
Em
Its hard times is what you've got
[Chorus]
G
It's hard times
Em
Hard times
D
It's hard times
Em
Hard times
[Pre-Chorus]
Am C
Soon, soon the only gentle voice you'll hear
Em
Is one you cannot know to fear
D
The kindest cut draws blood from filth
C Em
As what fetes and feeds the toil of fallen men
G
Albion sweeps limb from limb
Am
As plucked by poison quill
B7 G
But don't stand still
Em
[Chorus]
C G Em
It's hard, hard times
C G Em
It's hard, hard times
C
It's hard times
