Capo on 2:
A - 002220
A/F# - 202220
Esus - 022200
Asus/B - 022230
E - 022100
F#m - 244222
E7 - 022130
Asus - 000230
Did it all get real? I guess it s real enough.
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They got refrigerators full of blood - another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves.
Sometimes I worry that I ve lost the plot,
My twitchin muscles tease my flippin thoughts.
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I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground
,
But it s all I m doing now - listening for patterns in the sound
Of an endless static sea.
But once the satellite s deceased, it blows like garbage through the streets
Of the night sky to infinity.
But don t you weep.
Don t you weep.
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There is nothing as lucky...
Honey, don t you weep.
Don t you weep.
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There is nothing as lucky... as easy... or free.
Don t be a criminal in this police state,
You d better shop and eat and pro-create.
You ve got vacation days, and you might escape to a condo on the coast.
I set my watch to the atomic clock.
I hear the crowd count down till the bomb gets dropped.
I always figured there d be time enough - I never let it get me down.
But I can t help it now - looking for faces in the clouds.
I ve got some friends I barely see.
But we re all planning to meet,
We ll lay in bags as dead as leaves all together for eternity.
But don t you weep.
Don t you weep.
There is no one as lucky...
Honey, don t you weep.
Don t you weep.
There is nothing as lucky... as easy... or free.