Worry Too Much

	  		 (or no capo and use F, D#, A# and C as the chords) 


         Em 
It's the demolition derby, it's the sport of the hunt  
Em             D             A              D               Em 
Proud tribe in full war-dance, it's the slow smile that the bully gives the runt  
Em 
it's the force of inertia, it's the lack of constraint  
         Em            D                  A                 D                   Em 
it's the children out playing in the rock garden all dolled-up in black hats and war paint  


Chorus: 
B 
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands  
Em D       A         Em 
O-o-oh - I worry too much  
Em       D              A         Em 
Somebody told me that I worry too much  
Em D       A         Em 
O-o-oh - I worry too much  
Em       D              A            Em 
Somebody told me that I worry tooooo much  



It's these sandpaper eyes, it's the way they rub the luster from what is seen  
It's the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normal till we can't remember what we mean  
It's the flicker of our flames, it's the friction born of living  
It's the way we beat a hot retreat and heave our smoking guns into the river  

Chorus 

Hey yea-e-eh 


It's the quick-step march of history, the vanity of nations  
It's the way there'll be no muffled drums to mark the passage of my generation  
It's the children of my children, it's the lambs born in innocence  
It's wondering if the good I know will last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones 

Chorus