| INTRO: |
| E | D9 | E | D9 |
| VERSE 1 |
| E | D9 | |
| From the | Bowery to the | brimstone, |
| E | D9 | |
| I tried to find your | heart. |
| E | D9 | |
| With | drugs of initia | tion, |
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| Bottom of the barrel that | drops. |
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| I | understand your | causes, |
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| I sympathize the moti | vation. |
| E | D9 | |
| But all the details | of this war are just |
| E | D9 | |
| Self | infatuation. |
| CHORUS |
| E | |
| One, two, three-- |
| D9 | |
| Nothin\'s for free. |
| E | |
| F | our, five, six-- |
| D9 | E | |
| Pick up the sticks and go | home. |
| D9 | E | D9 | |
| You better own | up to me, yeah! |
| VERSE 2 |
| E | D9 | |
| Your manic blood runs | thick my friend, |
| E | D9 | |
| Are you | looking for a clean escape | ? |
| E | D9 | |
| What\'s | left when the locks have | all been broken, |
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| Young | children of | authority? |
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| How long can you be | agile, |
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| Dancing between the | altar and the mercy | seat? |
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| Well, here\'s a chance to | make a choice, |
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| Are you a | ware of the fire | beneath your feet? |
| CHORUS |
| E | |
| One, two, three-- |
| D9 | |
| Nothin\'s for free. |
| E | |
| Four, five, six-- |
| D9 | C | |
| Pick up the sticks and go | home. |
| BRIDGE |
| Em | |
| The basement lies with | in us. |
| Em | |
| The fear comes through the door. |
| C | Em | |
| There\'s nothing left bet | ween us. |
| C9 | A | B | |
| The fear becomes a | roar-roar-roar! |
| VERSE 3 |
| E | D9 | |
| Once that wheel is in | motion, |
| E | D9 | |
| Don\'t | lose what you have | found. |
| E | D9 | |
| I\'m | talking about the burning | wheel of tongues, |
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| Everyth | ing that makes it go \'round and | \'round. |
| E | D9 | |
| We\'re all born in the d | evil\'s scorn, |
| E | D9 | |
| He wants to see you | die. |
| E | D9 | |
| I\'m | asking you, | \"Are you true?\" |
| E | D9 | |
| Everything they say is a | lie. |
| CHORUS |
| E | |
| One, two, three-- |
| D9 | |
| Nothin\'s for free. |
| E | |
| Four, five, six-- |
| D9 | E | |
| Pick up the sticks and go | home. |
| D9 | E | |
| You better own | up to me. Yeah! |