Worm Grew A Spine Chords

[Intro]
 
The intro is just:
F# and F#7
 
The F#7 chord is played with the 7/e on the 2nd string.
 
[Verse 1]
F#                                F#7
A closing of the doors, the ones we’re dying to get in
A                                    A7
The slip-in of the foot dividing west and east Berlin
B                                       B7
You won’t receive a compliment, no, you’ll take it on the chin
           D                        Dsus2
Each hasty misstep is recorded in the swelling of the skin
 
(Same chords for the rest of the verses)
 
[Verse 2]
F#
Spilled an omen on the tablecloth that won’t come off in wash
A
You rinse, you clean, you bathe, yet not a thing will wet it off
B
While you pose yourself the hard-knock, no we wouldn’t come off soft
D
When opportunity comes knocking, no more feeding at thе trough
 
[Verse 3]
F#
Unanimously voted in an autocratic seat
A
It’s brewing in thе kitchen, they’re preparing for a feast
B
Fated for a banquet but the taste is bittersweet
D
All the produce overcooked, the legumes they reek of meat
 
[Verse 4]
F#
Beneath there is a rumble, an unprecedented feel
A
Something truly wounded, something way beyond relief
B
Something that is thickened, in the vein the blood is clogged
D
And the stock supply of thinner’s a scarce and empty afterthought
 
[Chorus 1]
D                      F#m
Holier-than-thou she’s an empress
D                   F#m
Higher in title and in rank
Bm                    F#m
I saw in your eyes you were tempted
Bm                E
Bladed and ready to shank
A
Worm grew a spine
Just trying to get through the night
D                      Bm
Like a burglary on parole
A                        E               A
The blood runs warm, but it feels so cold
 
 
[Verse 6]
F#
Bedded with an agent, a detractor in the field
A
Running out of layers, one by one they’ve all been peeled
B
Stated from the courthouse, they won’t sanction your appeal
D
Accounted you a detriment when you thought that they would yield
 
 
[Verse 7]
F#
There are rats and there are liars, fabricators and the frauds
A
Huddled in the playhouse, rubbing shoulders with them all
B
Someone ‘comes the scapegoat, take it with a grain of salt
D
Trampling wayward forward, it’s an act, a word of God
 
 
[Chorus 1]
D                      F#m
Holier-than-thou she’s an empress
D                   F#m
Higher in title and in rank
Bm                    F#m
I saw in your eyes you were tempted
Bm                E
Bladed and ready to shank
A
Worm grew a spine
Just trying to get through the night
D                      Bm
Like a burglary on parole
A                        E               A
The blood runs warm, but it feels so cold
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