The Young Thousands

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[Verse]

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Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo
        A               C#m          Bm                 D
And the sunlight on the water sets a switch off in your brain
A                          F                Bm         D
The things that you've got coming will consume you
        A               C#m             Bm           D
There's someone waiting out there in an alley with a chain

A  F    Bm  D
A  C#m  Bm  D

    A                      F            Bm                  D
The ghosts that haunt your building are prepared to take on substance
        A                  C#m             Bm          D
And the dull pain that you live with isn't getting any duller
          A              F               Bm   D
There's a closet full of almost-pristine videotape
A           C#m           Bm               D
Documenting sordid little scenes in living color

[Chorus]

               A   A7   D/F#
Here they come
          Bm        D
The young thousands
               A   A7   D/F#
Here they come
          Bm        D
The young thousands

A  F    Bm  D
A  C#m  Bm  D

[Verse]

    A                   F               Bm                D
You drive east from the ocean with both hands tied on the wheel
        A              C#m          Bm             D
And you go past Garden Grove as the pleasure index rises
    A                      F              Bm                   D
The things that you've got coming will do things that you're afraid to
         A               C#m              Bm          D
There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises

A  F    Bm  D
A  C#m  Bm  D

    A                      F                  Bm              D
The ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe
     A                 C#m            Bm              D
They scan the hallways nightly vainly searching for a sign
      A                F              Bm                     D
There must be diamonds somewhere in a place that stinks this bad
          A                     C#m     Bm              D
There are brighter things than diamonds coming down the line

[Chorus]

               A   A7   D/F#
Here they come
          Bm        D
The young thousands
               A   A7   D/F#
Here they come
          Bm        D
The young thousands

[Outro]

A  F    Bm  D  A  C#m  Bm  D X4