Some Crap About the Future Electric President You spread your [C#m]rusty fingers across the ledge.[B] You get your grip and peer down over the [E]edge. You watch the city move and breathe and migrate. Youâ??re not apart of it. Youâ??re broken now, l[C#m]ike us. I turn and brush the [B]birds from off my s[E]houlders. And cross [Abm]side-walks with an earful of white noise. [C#m]You sit up on your perch for the rest of the [B]night. You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crum[E]bles. You co (azchords.com)