| Intro chord: D |
| VERSE 1 |
| D | |
| And by the way You know that hope will make you strange, |
| D | |
| Make you | blink, make you blank, make you sink. |
| G | |
| It will make you a - | fraid of change |
| G | |
| And of - | ten blame the box with the view of the world |
| G | D | |
| And the walls that fill the | frame. I turn it up, |
| D | |
| But | then I turn it off, because I can't stand |
| D | G | |
| When they start to talk about the | hurting and killing. |
| G | |
| Whose shoes | are we filling? The damage and ruin, man, |
| G | |
| The | things that we're doing, God. |
| D | |
| We gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off; |
| D | |
| We gotta | rewind, (and) start it up again, |
| CHORUS |
| A | A6 | |
| Because we | fell across the fall | line. |
| A7 | A6 | G | |
| Ain't there nothing sa | - cred any more? |
| G | D | G | D | G | |
| Na, na, na, | na, na, na, na, na. |
| VERSE 2 |
| D | |
| Some - | body saw him jump, yeah, but nobody saw him slip, |
| D | |
| I guess he | lost a lot a hope, and then he lost his grip. |
| G | |
| And now he's | lying in the freeway in the middle of this mess. |
| G | |
| Guess we lost another one, just like the other one. |
| D | |
| Optimistic hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit |
| D | |
| The | things that kept him wanting more un - til he finally reached the core. |
| CHORUS |
| A | A6 | |
| He | fell across the fall | line. |
| A7 | A6 | G | |
| Ain't nothing sa | -cred anymore? |
| G | D | |
| Na, na, na, | na, na, na, na, na | . |
| END |
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