From the Rooftops Mischief Brew
I see the city from my roof[Dm] [A]
[A#]Scr*pe the [A]sky and p**s the [Dm]moon.
I toss a br[A]ick and hit a bot[A#]tle.
[A]I used to h[Dm]ave such a fiery s[A]oul
[A#]Now it's f[A]ull of cigarette h[Dm]oles.
But scars t[A]ell better storie[A#]s.[A]
[Gm]You're just copper under w[Dm]ater
Your h[Gm]ope is just a dream
Till you [A]mix truth and purity.
[Gm]What a hell of a hang[Dm]over
You won't f[Gm]ind me under ground.
On the r[A]ooftops I'll be found.
[Dm]Well I'll spit on your f[A]use
[A#]And twist you [A]out under my s[Dm]hoe
Yeah go a[A]head and knock it d[A#]own, child
[A]It's nothing new.
I'll just w[Dm]atch the buildings b[A]urn
[A#]So wake me [A]up when you've freed the e[Dm]arth.
You [A]say I've sold my va[A#]lues
Yeah, but you p[A]aid for the v[Dm]iew.
[Gm]You're just copper under w[Dm]ater
Your h[Gm]ope is just a dream
Till you [A]mix truth and purity.
[Gm]What a hell of a hang[Dm]over
You won't f[Gm]ind me under ground.
On the r[A]ooftops I'll be found.
I see the c[Dm]ity from my r[A]oof
[A#]Like a foreign l[A]and from a family r[Dm]oom
Oh, [A]how I once d[A#]etested i[A]t's abuse.
Now the li[Dm]ghts all look like s[A]tars
[A#]And there's s[A]olice from a[Dm]far.
I toss a s[A]moke and watch it t[A#]umble
Into the w[A]hisper of passing c[Dm]ars.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops lookin' down.
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