Poor richard's blues

poor richard's blues

Lyrics

the first of equals, the accountant
the purse strings he pulls may confound him
but each loss, he will find it
for he's not blinded by bias

our lives are a blur, they are visions
these visions converge in a nation
but each loss we can find it
for no terror goes quite quiet

we are honest and prudent and spendthrifts
we are dilligent students of business
we record all our losses
and now i will report on them:

oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god

oh my each loss we can find it
for no terror goes quite quiet

Music

Chords

It's in C major, but i tuned my guitar down two whole steps for this recording.

Structure

verse, verse, verse, chorus

song writer comments

finally getting to the november ep!