Easy Lucky Free Bright Eyes
Did it all[A] get real? I guess it's real enough.
They got refri[F#m]gerators full of blood
another century[E] spent pointing guns at anything that moves. [E7]
Sometimes I worry th[A]at I've lost the plot,
My twitchin' muscles[F#m] tease my flippin' thoughts.
I never real[E]ly dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground [E7]
But it's all[E] I'm doing now - listening for patterns in the so[F#m]und
Of an endl[E]ess static sea. [E7]
But once the satelli[E]te's deceased, it blows like garbage through the st[F#m]reets
Of the nig[E]ht sky to infinity.
But don't you weep. [A]
Don't you weep.[F#m]
There is nothi[E]ng as lucky... [E7]
Honey, don't you weep. [A]
Don't you weep. [F#m]
There is nothi[E]ng as lucky... as [E7]easy... or fr[D]ee. [A]