Written by Tony Sly
E C D G On a morning in November you were blinded by the sun C Am B7 In your place that makes you feel so safe from everyone E C D G You're totally oblivious to world poverty C B7 Em Em7 Not affected by the millions that you don't see C G And so we toast to opportunity and talk about the weather D Em Em7 Although we never look each other in the eye C G We are paranoid and out of step with every word that we just said D B7 Em We all sound fucking crazy and no one can lie down in their own bed C G B7 And so we live under the garden where we can hide Em Em7 And not smell the dregs of earth C G B7 Em7 Beneath the sun of the same planet, inherit wealth, inherit dirt
See also: The Pietasters - Its The Same Old Song |
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