Wilted Daisies

	  		 
 

C                            F - C 
Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row 
C                G                   C 
on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow 
C                    F              C 
where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow 
C                    G                      C 
pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row 

C                            F - C 
You're waving high into the night time of a New York street 
C                G                   C 
Your newly painted yellow taxi has dirty seats 
C                    F              C 
You're racing quick into the nightclub, so that you can see 
C                    G                      C 
The same old sick and sadly strangers always seem to meet 

F                 G             Am 
Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride from the top 
F                 G             Am 
it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop 
F                 G             Am 
it's a long way to and a short ride from the top 
F                            G 
your hand begins to slip or they cut 
                   C  F - C 
either way you drop 

C                                    F - C 
Your small apartment is a mess but you don't seem to care 
C            G                       C 
the dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chair 
C             F                       C 
Higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare 
C             G                       C 
if you don't pay within a week then your shit is theirs  

C                                 F - C 
You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close 
C               G                       C 
the seven dollars that they pay, son, is good as a broken nose 
C                F                       C 
when no one's watchin' you pull your pants down and touch your toes 
C                G                       C 
your undercut n' your exploited but that's how the country grows  

F                 G             Am 
Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride to the top 
F                 G             Am 
it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop 
F                 G             Am 
it's a long way to and a short ride from the top 
F                              G 
your hand begins to slip or cut 
          Am 
either way you take what they have stolen 
F 
or you try to break what can't be broken 
            C 
you can speak what you believe 
G 
but every thought comes preconceived 
        Am       
you try to wash your hands of this 
F 
clear your conscience and dismiss 
C 
pretend our problems don't exist 
G 
we're takin' aspirin for a broken wrist 
F          G           Am 
cuz it's a long, long way to the top 
F          G          Am 
it's a rotten middle finger but the cancer will not stop 
F            G        Am 
it's a long, long way to the top 
F             G  
your hand begins to slip or cut 
        Am F C G 
either way we 

outro  Am F C G   

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