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Heres To Life Bandits Of The Acoustic Revolution
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[Am]*Horn P[E]art A*
[Am]How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right? When he died was it really his [E]time, or was it [Am]suicide?
[Am]And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
We go drinking from time to time, and [E]I find it gets harder every [Am]time.
[F]*Horn[C] Part[G] B* [Am] [F] [C] [E]
[Am]Three went down (But only [E]two of them come up again)
[Am]The minimal is criminal but [E]less is a sin
[Am]Though three went down (only [E]two of them come up again)
I’m not [F]gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win[E]
[Am]*Horn Solo* [E] [Am]
[Am]Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
And [E]I find it gets harder every [Am]time.
[Am]So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
And [E]sighed: Here’s to [Am]Life!
[Am]*Horn P[E]art A*
[F]*Horn[C] Part[G] B* [Am] [F] [C] [E]
[Am]Three went down (but only [E]two of them come up again)
[Am]The minimal is criminal but [E]less is a sin
[Am]Though three went down (only [E]two of them come up again)
I’m not [F]gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win[E]
[Am]Hey there Salinger, [C]what did you do?
[G]Just when the world was [Am]looking at you
To write [Am]anything that meant [C]anything,
You [G]told us you were [Am]through
[Am]And it’s been years since you [C]passed away,
But I [G]see no plaque, and I [Am]see no grave
And [Am]I can’t help [C]believing you [G]wanted it that [Am]way
[Am]And Vincent Van Gogh, why [C]do you weep?
You were [G]on your way to heaven but the [Am]road was steep
And [Am]who was there to [C]break your fall?
We’re [G]guilty, one and [Am]all
And I [Am]don’t know much, but I [C]do know this:
With a [G]golden heart comes a [Am]rebel fist
And [Am]every single [C]soldier wasn’t [G]fired;
Some have quit
[F]*Horn[C] Part[G] B* [Am] [F] [C] [E]
[Am]*Horn P[E]art A*
[Am]And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
And I [E]hope you rest in peace because with [Am]us you never did
And [Am]K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
At [E]suicide, so here’s to [Am]life
[Am]*Outro*[E] [Am] [E]
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