| D | G | |
| It's our c | all |
| D | G | |
| It sways, it sta | lls |
| D | G | A | D | |
| I need a little extra time alo | ne, I'll maybe ta | ke the long way h | ome |
| D | G | |
| Just enough to get it w | rong |
| E | F# | G | |
| Nothing like a bad | dec | ision says who you are |
| D | G | B | A | D | |
| Fools rush i | n f | or the grist* in my, f | or the grist in my m | ill |
| G | B | A | D | |
| Can't you s | ee w | hen you're perfectly, wh | en you're perfectly st | ill |
| (* - What the hell is grist anyway? god, I'm such a dumbass) |
| Verses: |
| One big rout, all sold out |
| (??) we'll pay |
| Price tags on every other day |
| We're bankrupt here for now |
| But they can't take my anger, it can't be touched |
| Faded maps, pull out ramps |
| I won't contribute to our own demise |
| Pass up the consolation prize |
| It starts from here from now |
| Nothing like a bad decision... |
| And I'll be damned if I know the solo. Somewhere near the end it changes |
| key, I think to E. |
| Later, E. Hulka |
| --- no signature Evan "Malvolio" Hulka evahulk@ace.nueva.pvt.k12.ca.us |