| D | |
| My voice never made it in time |
| Bm | A | G | |
| And they | hung me | out to | dry |
| D | |
| My words never bother to rhyme |
| Bm | A | G | |
| And I | always | wonder | why |
| Bm | A | |
| So now I've taken to chewing | bottles |
| D | |
| To see if I still | bleed |
| A | G |
| D A G (x3) |
| D | |
| The king has to beg for his meals |
| Bm | A | G | |
| The | times just | get me | down |
| D | |
| But I'm just a spoke in the wheel |
| Bm | A | G | |
| I'll | always | be | around |
| Bm | A | |
| And now our plans are just like | trash in the breeze |
| Bm | A | |
| They never stay afloat for | long |
| Bm | |
| But I'll take my chances |
| A | |
| And shake the | hands of those who think that |
| D | A | G | |
| they're still | free |
| D | A | G | |
| That they're still | free |
| D | A | G | |
| That they're still | free |
| D | A | G | |
| That they're still | free |
| Come on |
| D A G (x4) |
| (Listen for when to pause here, not difficult) |
| D | G | |
| Grab your torches |
| D | |
| It's time to burn this town |
| G | |
| Like men on porches |
| D | |
| No one will make a sound |
| G | |
| So find the pieces |
| D | |
| And build another one |
| G | |
| We always need it |
| D | |
| Because it's never | done |
| D G Bm A (x2) |
| D | G | |
| It's all | great |
| Bm | A | |
| I can't | breathe anymore |
| D | G | |
| Still | awake |
| Bm | A | |
| When my | face hits the floor |
| D | G | |
| Spent the | day |
| Bm | A | |
| Watching wav | es eat the shore |
| D | G | |
| I can't | stay |
| Bm | A | D | G | |
| No one | sings anymore | (x9) |
| If you have changes to make this better, please submit them. |
| -Ben Malley |