Harness Your Hopes

	  		
INTRO (not really sure) 
Dm Am E Dm Am E Am Dm Am E 

After intro strum A for 2 measures 

F#m                              A 
Harness your hopes on just one person 
                    F#m                       A 
Because you know a harness was only made for one 
                       F#m                          A 
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses 
                 F#m                    A 
Cauterized with syrup and syrup and molasses 


A                        B                          D 
And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us 
                  F#m                            A 
To anything that moves.. we're deep inside the grooves 
A                           B                               D 
And it's time to shake the rations, 'cause someone's gonna cash in 
                   F#m                            A 
The plot it turns again.. the reference starts at ten 


F#m                              A 
Show me a word that rhymes with pavement 
                       F#m                        A 
And I won't kill your parents and roast them on a spit 
                         F#m                       A 
And a - don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it 
                 F#m             A 
Or you're gonna catch a bad bad cold 


A                               B                           D 
And the freaks have stormed the white house, I moved into a lighthouse 
                 F#m                 A 
It's on a scenic quay, is oh so far away 
A                    B                              D 
Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of Lenin 
                       F#m                        A 
The yearling took the purse, the goth kid has a hearse 


E               E              E 
Heart breaking, earth quaking, kiwis they are home baking 
D       A      B E     D    A 
Minds.. wide.. o-pen.. true-ly 


F#m                            A 
Leisure.. a leisure suit is nothing 
A                   F#m                          A 
It's nothing to be proud of.. in this late century 
A                     F#m                            A 
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper 
A                     F#m                           A 
Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb 


A               B                       D 
It's a semi automatic.. believers are ecstatic 
                      F#m                       A 
You see the way they cling.. the cold metallic sting 
A                    B                  D 
And I'm living in a coma.. for Donna DeVorona 
                    F#m                        A 
The harness made of hopes.. the lovers on the ropes 


E           E            E            E 
Nun is to church as the parrot is to perch 
        D      A    B E   D    A 
And my heart's wide o-pen true-ly