Hand Over Hand

	  		Am D C Am G x2 


Am       D 
It's the American dream 
           C                              Am          G      Am 
But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam 
D                         C                          
See what I mean? We don't tend to scream 
              Am           G 
Baby, we just stare at the screen 
Am                      D 
Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpit 
C                          Am          G         
Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhip 
Am                  D 
Another angry kid unloading a full clip 
C                        Am          G 
And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshit 
Am                     D 
But let's not lie for another second 
C                         Am 
We see the trouble, we're rubberneckin 
   G            Am                      D 
No doublecheckin, if it's an issue we have to grapple 
C                             Am        G 
The words are caught in my Adam's apple 
Am                 D 
I make my body a happy chapel 
C                          Am      G 
Cause every person's a tabernacle 
Am                            D 
But there's no feeling you gotta hide 
C                        Am          G 
So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now 



      D                                     Am 
Never needed a hand til you needed a hand 
          F                                      G 
You never know how to walk until you understand 
       D                                    Am 
Coulda been anything that you needed to be 
         F                          G 
How many more do you want? How many more do you need? 
Am            D                C   G 
Still I wish I could break free  
          Am          D       C               G 
It’s that same old simple song I still believe 
Am           D           C   G 
How many more do we need? 
            Am           D 
Before it’s hand over hand 
C           G 
Love over everything 



Am                    D 
That’s me with the long arm 
                 C                       Am        G 
Screaming at the top dog, spilling my blood on the cement 
Am              D                       C 
We willing to roll now, sick of getting mowed down 
          Am             G 
Fuck if I dope now, it’d kill me 
Am                    D       
Cause I’d rather be known for the dealing 
C                  Am          G 
Than known to be hooked on the feeling 
Am                    D    C                      Am    G 
How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down? 
Am                  D                        C                            Am              
I’ll stand in the rain witcha, just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain picture 
G             Am                        D 
People need a pinch just to get em to wake up 
C                                        Am       G 
You’ll be in a ditch before I get you to wake up, say it bruh 
Am                     D                            C      Am  G 
Whoever said it wasn’t fair, they was telling the truth 
Am                 D                           C      Am  G 
I’d be a liar if I said there was nothing to prove 



{Chorus} 



Am                D          
They say we gotta know our role 
C                      Am       G 
Kiss the bottom of the totem pole 
Am                  D 
Set goals, and then go for gold 
       C                             Am        G 
But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes 
       Am               D 
I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dick 
                C                          Am        G 
While the other one is busy clicking the remote control 
      Am                 D                       C 
I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but I hear I gotta go to 
                           Am           G 
Where the sinners face the roasting coals 
       Am                            D 
You say that your heart ain't got no holes, well bitch please 
C                           Am             G 
Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheese 
Am                      D 
But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss 
            C                            Am              G 
And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin what's missing 
Am                      D 
If I wanna kill this monotony 
           C                          Am       G 
I know the answer is a light that I got in me 
            Am                    D 
I got no university degree in philosophy 
                C                            Am          G 
But I know that every baby's born with the lock and key, say it now 



(Chorus)