Capo 5

So suddenly the madness came
With it’s whiskered, wolven, ether pangs
He locked the door
And he shut the blinds
He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron
While the dirty knife bore deep
Into his spine
The blood runs crazy
The blood runs crazy

Cascading letters pool on the stairs
The grass is high, the cats are wild
You can’t even touch the tip of their tails
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides
He sang nursery rhymes to paralyze
The wolves that Eddy out the corner of his eyes
But they squared him frozen where he stood
In the glow of the furniture piled high for firewood
And the blood runs crazy with giant strides
And the woodsman failed to breech those fangs in time
So they dragged him through the underbrush
Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife

Ukrainian Part :
krichit shaleno, strekoche zubami -> He shouts very loudly, grinding his teeth
La la la la, la la la la
krichit shaleno, strekoche zubami
La la la la, la la la la

Specters move like pilot flames
Their widows toast at St. Angel
Better times collide with now
The tears were warm, I feel them still
Their heat to vapor and disperse
And cloud our eyes with weary glaze
You raise your glass and may exclaim,
“I’ll put my hands on the truth by God”
But it’s faster, love, than you and me
Faster than the speed of g[D/F#]ravity
That’s how it catches you from [D/F#]falling
And how it always, always, always slips away

Specters move like pilot flames
Their widows toast at St. Angel
Better times collide with now
And better times
And better times are coming still

(no chords)
Old John the baptist, old John divine
Leather harness round his line
His meat was locust and honey
Wild honey lord, wild honey

John saw that number
Way in the middle of the air
Cryin’ holy, holy to the Lord

Old John the baptist, old John divine
Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time
God told the angel “go see about John”
So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist
Gathered wind in his fists so the stars round his wrists
Cryin’ holy, holy to the lord

Read the revelations, you’ll find him there
Third chapter, fourth verse where he said unto me
“There’s a beast that rose out of the sea”
Ten crowns, ten crowns
On his horns write “blasphemy”
John couldn’t read it (John couldn’t read it)
Get on repeat it
John couldn’t read it
Holy, holy to the Lord

(two, three, four, one…)

There was a man, a pharisee
Who came by night to meet him
Said “I know thy teacher came from God cause no man can do such miracles
Without the lord (without the lord) to entreat him”
God told the angel “go see about John”
So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist
Gathered wind in his fists and the stars round his wrists
Cryin’ holy, holy to the Lord
Holy, holy to the Lord
Holy, holy to the Lord…